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Why on the banks of Gemna, Indian ftream. 

 Line within line, rife the pavilions proud. 

 Their filken ftreamers waving in the wind ? 

 Why neighs the warrior horfe ? From tent to tent, 

 Why prefs in crowds the buzzing multitude ? 

 Whyfhines thepolilh'd helm, and pointed lance. 

 This way and that far-beaming o*er the plain ? 

 Nor Vifapoiir nor Golconda rebel •, 

 Nor the great Sophi, with his numerous hoft. 

 Lays wade the provinces ; nor glory fires 

 To rob, and to deftroy, beneath the name 

 And fpacious guife of war. A nobler caufe 

 Calls Aurengzebe to arms. No cities fack'd. 

 No mothers tears, no helplefs orphans cries. 

 No violated leagues, with fharp remorfe 

 Shall fling the confcious vidor ; but mankind 

 Shall hail him good and jufl. For 'tis on beafta 

 He draws his vengeful fword ; on beaftsof prey 

 Full-fed with human gore. See, fee, he comes ! 

 Imperial Dehli, op'ningvvide her gates. 

 Pours out her thronging legions, bright in arms. 

 And all the pomp of war. Before them found 

 Clarions and trumpetSj breathing martial airs. 

 And bold defiance. High upon his throne. 

 Borne on the back of his proud elephant. 

 Sits the great chief of Tamur's glorious race : 

 Sublime he fits, amid the radiant blaze 

 Of gems and gold. Omrahs about him crowd. 

 And rein th' Arabian Iteed, and watch his nod : 



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