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But not to Libya's barren climes alone,

To Chili, or the wild Siberian zone,

Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye,

Degraded worth, and poor misfortune's sigh!

Ye orient realms, where Ganges' waters run!

Prolific fields ! dominions of the sun !

How long your tribes have trembled and obey'd !

How long was Timour's iron sceptre sway'd!!

Whose marshall'd hosts, the lions of the plain,

From Scythia's northern mountains to the main,

Raged o'er your plunder'd shrines and altars bare,

With blazing torch and gory scymitar,

Stunn'd with the cries of death each gentle gale,

And bathed in blood the verdure of the vale !

Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame,

When Brama's children perish'd for his name ;

The martyr

smiled beneath avenging power,

And braved the tyrant in his torturing hour!

When Europe sought your subject realms to gain,

And stretch'd her giant sceptre o'er the main,

Taught her proud barks the winding way to shape,

And braved the stormy spirit of the Cape ;

Children of Brama ! then was mercy nigh

To wash the stain of blood's eternal dye?

Did Peace descend, to triumph and to save,

When freeborn Britons cross'd the Indian wave ?

Ah, no lato more than Rome's ambition true,

The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you !

She the bold route of Europe's guilt began,

And, in the march of nations, led the van!

Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone,

And plunder piled from kingdoms not their own,

Degenerate trade! thy minions could despise

The heart-born anguish of a thousand cries ;

Could lock, with impious hands, their teeming store,

While famish'd nations died along the shore ;

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Could mock the groans of fellow-men, and bear

The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ;

Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted name,

And barter, with their gold, eternal shame!

But hark! as bow'd to earth the bramîn kneels,

From heavenly climes propitious thunder peals !

Of India's fate her guardian spirits tell,

Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell,

And solemn sounds that awe the list’ning mind,

Roll on the azure paths of every

wind.

“ Foes of mankind ! (her guardian spirits say),

Revolving ages bring the bitter day,

When Heaven'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 ;

Nine times hath Guilt, through all his giant frame,

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With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high!

Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form,

Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm !

Widewaves his flickering sword; his bright arms glow

Like summer suns, and light the world below!

Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed,

Are shook; and Nature rocks beneath his tread!

To pour redress on India's injured realm

The oppressor to dethrone, the proud to whelm ;

To chase destruction from her plunder'd shore

With arts and arms that triumph'd once before,

The tenth Avatar comes ! at Heaven's command

Shall Seriswattee wave her hallowed wand !

And Camdeo bright, and Ganesa sublime,”

Shall bless with joy their own propitious clime !

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