Canto XXIII.Vasishtha's Speech. While thus the hapless monarch spoke, Paternal love his utterance broke. Then words like these the saint returned, And fury in his bosom burned: “Didst thou,O King,a promise make, And wishest now thy word to break? A son of Raghu's line should scorn To fail in faith,a man forsworn. But if thy soul can bear the shame I will return e'en as I came. Live with thy sons,and joy be thine, False scion of Kakutstha's line.” As Viśvámitra,mighty sage, Was moved with this tempestuous rage, Earth rocked and reeled throughout her frame, And fear upon the Immortals