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Keshab and the Brahmo devotees gathered with him are looking from the steamer at the beauty of the temple garden. A little way to the east of the steamer are the landing ghat with its steps and the chandni of the temple. To the left of those on board, north of the chandni, stand six of the twelve Siva temples in a row, and to the right the other six. Against the blue autumn sky, like a painted canvas, the spire of Bhavatarini's temple can be seen, and to the north the treetops of the Panchavati and the tamarisks. There is a nahabat near the bakul tree, and another at the southern end of the temple garden. Between the two nahabats runs the garden path, lined on either side with rows of flowering plants. The deep blue of the autumn sky is mirrored in the waters of the Ganges. Gentleness in the world outside, and gentleness within the Brahmo devotees as well. Overhead, the beautiful, endless blue sky; in front, the beautiful temple garden; below, the holy waters of the Ganges, on whose banks the Aryan rishis meditated on God. And here comes a great soul, the eternal religion in person. Such a sight does not often fall to a man's lot. In such a place, whose devotion would not be stirred by a great soul in samadhi? What heart of stone would not melt?