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Lifted aloft, — they glitter'd then no more. 

 Their hght was gone, their splendor quench'd in gore. 



At noon the massacre begun, 

 And night clos'd in before the work of death was done. 



JAGA-NAUT. 



£From the same.'} 



Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut ! 

 Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine ! 

 A virgin bride his ministers have brought, 

 A mortal maid in form and face divine, 

 Peerless among all daughters of mankind ! 

 Search'd they the world again from East to W et 

 In endless quest. 

 Seeking the fairest and the best, 

 No maid so lovely might they hope to find ; — 

 For she hath breath'd celestial air, 

 And heavenly food has been her fare, 

 And heavenly thoughts and feelings give her face 

 That heavenly grace. 

 Joy in the city of great Jaga-Naut, 

 Joy in the seven-headed Idol's shrine ! 

 The fairest maid his Yoguees sought, 

 A fairer than the fairest have they brought, 

 A maid of charms surpassing human thought, 

 A maid divine. 



Now bring ye forth the Chariot of the God ! 

 Bring him abroad, 

 That through the swarming city he may ride; j 



And by his side j 



Place ye the maid of more than mortal gracd, \ 



' The maid of perfect form and heavenly face ! 

 Set her aloft in triumph, like a bride 



Upon the bridal car, 

 And spread the joyful tidings wide and far,— 

 Spread it with trump and voice 

 That all may hear, and all who hear rejoice,— 

 The Mighty One hath found his mate ! the God ■ 



Will ride abroad ! -|j 



To-night will he go forth from his abode ! 

 Ye myriads who adore him. 

 Prepare the way before him ! J 



