Canto XXVI.The Forest Of Tádaká. When the fair light of morning rose The princely tamers of their foes Followed,his morning worship o'er, The hermit to the river's shore. The high-souled men with thoughtful care A pretty barge had stationed there. All cried,“O lord,this barge ascend, And with thy princely followers bend To yonder side thy prosperous way With naught to check thee or delay.” Nor did the saint their rede reject: He bade farewell with due respect, And crossed,attended by the twain, That river rushing to the main. When now the bark was half way o'er, Ráma and Lakshmaṇheard the