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felt satisfied that she would make any sacrifice, how- 
ever painful, to support the glory of her race ; hut 
amidst all this asperity of feeling, he was proud of 
her beauty, and it fully justified his pride. 
Mark her slender form bent low, 
As the zephyrs lightly blow ! 
Mark her robes like blossoms rare, 
Scattering fragrance on the air ! 
Lotus-like her dewy feet 
Treasures yield of nectar’d sweet ; 
Lightly as her footsteps pass. 
Blushes* all the bending grass ; 
And rings of jewels, beauty’s powers, 
Freshen into living flowers, t 
While brighter tints and rosier hues 
All the smiling earth suffuse. t 
* The Hindoo ladies are accustomed to stain the soles of 
their feet with a crimson dye. 
t In the East, ornaments of gold and jewels are often made 
in the forms of flowers, 
X Broughton’s translations from the Popular Poetry of the 
Hindoos. 
