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The wondering crowd will scarce believe a theme, 

 Fill'd with events that seem a passing dream. 



But, rapt in visions of prophetic joy, 

 What bright'ning days in prospect you descry ! 

 When clouds are vanish'd, and the sun appears 

 Resplendent, 'midst a nation's gloomy fears ; 

 When, Freedom's voice shall hail your native land, 

 And begr again the olive in her hand ; 

 When she shall break the cruel tyrant's rod, 

 And, first of blessings! shew the path to God ! 

 When she shall leave Hindostan's realms no more. 

 But ransom'd hope, and promis'd bliss restore ! — 

 Prophetic bards ! these lofty visions sing, 

 And Liberty from rising joy shall spring : 

 The captive shall forget his ponderous chain, 

 And join in chorus with the rapturous strain. 



Dhuboy, farewell ! thy gloomy change so near, 

 For thee I drop the sympathetic tear ! 

 For thee I supplicate in silent pray'r, 

 That thou ere long these heavenly gifts may share ! 



On the arrival of my palanquin and effects at the grove, I 

 placed them under the care of the cavalry officer, and eighteen 

 armed horsemen ; and with the other six, the Bhaut security on 

 horseback, and a little favourite slave boy behind the carriage, I 

 commenced my journey with full four hours day-light before us. 

 I had previously sent off relays of bullocks; and travelling in a 

 light hackaree, at the rate of five miles an hour, I passed through 

 the wild country about sun-set, at least three hours sooner than 

 usual. Not meeting with any molestation from the Gracias, and 

 concluding the brahmins had been misinformed, I dismissed the 



