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Warm passions to the voice of rapture strung, 



And conscious thought, that told her whence she sprung. 



At Brahma's stern decree, as ages roll, 



New shapes of clay await th' immortal soul ; 



Darkling condemn'd in forms obscene to prowl, 



And swell the melancholy midnight howl. 



Be thine die task, his drooping eye to cheer, 



And elevate his hopes beyond this sphere, 



To brighter heavens than proud Sumeera owns, 



Though girt with Indra and his burning thrones. 



Then shall he recognize the beams of day, 



And fling at once the four-fold chain away ; 



Through every limb a sudden life shall start, 



And sudden pulses spring around his heart: 



Then all the deaden'd energies shall rise, 



And vindicate their title to the skies. 



Be these thy trophies, Queen of many isles ! 

 On these high Heaven shall shed indulgent smiles. 

 First by thy guardian voice to India led, 

 Shall Truth divine her tearless victories spread; 

 Wide and more wide the heaven-born light shall stream. 

 New realms from thee shall catch the blissful theme, 

 Unwonted warmth the soften'd savage feel, 

 Strange chiefs admire, and turban'd warriors kneel ; 

 The prostrate East submit her jewell'd pride, 

 And swarthy kings adore the Crucified !" C. Grant. 



Beautiful as is the whole poem, from whence the preceding 

 lines are taken, we may indulge the hope that it contains some- 

 thing far beyond the pleasing fictions of poetry. It is impossible 

 to calculate the effects which may ultimately be produced by 

 Asiatic researches, and the noble establishment of the college at 

 Calcutta. From the revival of science, learning, and true philo- 



