Canto LXXVI. Debarred From Heaven. The haughty challenge,undeterred The son of Daśaratha heard, And cried,while reverence for his sire Checked the full torrent of his ire: “Before this day have I been told The deed that stained thy hands of old. But pity bids my soul forget: Thy father,murdered,claimed the debt. My strength,O Chief,thou deemest slight, Too feeble for a Warrior's might. Now will I show thy wondering eyes The prowess which they dare despise.” He hastened then with graceful ease That mighty bow and shaft to seize. His hand the weapon strung and swayed: The arrow on the string