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Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone,
Degenerate Trade! thy minions could despise
While famish'd nations died along the shore ; 13
Could mock the groans of fellow-men, and bear
Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted name,
And barter, with their gold, eternal shame!
But hark ! as bow'd to earth the Bramin kneels,
From heav'nly climes propitious thunder peals !
And solemn sounds, that awe the list'ning mind,
“ Foes of mankind! (her guardian spirits say) Revolving ages bring the bitter day, When Heav'n's unerring arm shall fall on you,
And blood for blood these Indian plains bedew;
Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurl'd
His awful presence o'er the alarmed world;
Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form,
To pour redress on India's injur'd realm,
Shall Seriswattee's wave her hallowed wand!
And Camdeo bright, and Ganesa sublime,
Shall bless with joy their own propitious clime