The would-be Nabob, self-approving, sees
All India in the pile, the lawns, the trees,
He hears the Ganges murmur in the brook,
The bamboo-grove sigh in the ozier-nook ;
The peacock's hideous screams he loves to hear,
It soothes remembrance, as it charms his ear;
Not half so sweet the lark's shrill matin-song,
Nor blackbird's evening-lay the woods among;
In truth, he sees no object, hears no sound,
Unless in each, an India-charm be found.-
'Tis India, orient India, gilds the whole,
The joys of Hindostan supreme reign in his soul.
Press not the muse his memoirs to disclose,
Nor ask how many victims, wrung with woes,
Unmoved the cool oppressor calmly view'd,
While plans accurst he steadily pursued.-
Revolving deep in thought, lo, mute she stands,
Yet tells the tale of woe with speaking hands;
With finger press'd to lips she heaves a sigh,
And points, but looks not to the orient sky.

Ye mild, ye peaceful sons of Brahma's race!
Why should the children of the GAËL disgrace
Their name immortal as your deathless sire,

And urge his coming in his kindling ire !—(1)

II. Eastern and western worlds!-what horrid scenes

Of rapine, murder-(execrable means!)

Have ye not witness'd, riches to procure
And all the joys the covetous allure!

Did then COLUMBUS brave th' Atlantic main
In quest of worlds remote for sordid gain ?
Was it to conquer and despoil PERU,
PIZZARO led his sanguinary crew?

Did MEXICO's vast empire lowly bend

To blood-stain❜d CORTEZ, treasures thence to send ?

Did GAMA point his prow to eastern climes

To lead forth EUROPE to commit such crimes ?
Was it for gold that ALBUQUERQUE led
His hostile squadrons—and too surely sped
TO INDIA'S yellow plains-with powerful hand
By conquest's right, ordain'd a distant land,
Supreme disposer of vast India's stores, (2)

And gem'd in orient gold proud Portugal's bright shores? "No!" saith the statesman sage, ""'tis commerce, trade, Inspired the spirits who discoveries made;

That ranged from pole to pole through seas unknown,
And made the wealth of distant worlds their own.

" "Tis navigation; boundless commerce, trade,
Procure life's comforts-wealth's voluptuous aid-
Placed thus at ease, man cultivates his mind,
Becomes more civiliz'd, humane, and kind.
Gold calls forth luxury-our wants increase:
Divided labour yields the arts of peace:

Its tokens multiplied procure the means

Of national defence :-hence war's dire scenes

"When public weal on private vice depends, Corruption thrives, and gains its sordid ends.

"Hence, 'tis most manifest-gold is the soul Of social order's wisely-plan'd controul !”—(3)

III. When wealth abounds, a nation's sun bright shines,
Reach'd once its zenith-soon it then declines,
And sets in deep-dark night-no more to rise,
No more relume fair Freedom's genial skies,
Till in convulsive throes the nations round
Rous'd from lethargic rest at trumpet's sound;
The call to vindicate their injur'd rights;
When man transform'd a hero dauntless fights
In freedom's sacred cause the foe assails-
Drags down oppression-and at last prevails !-

So when on high the last trump's fearful blast
Awakes the dead, when TIME's brief reign is past :-
Lo! Heaven's high portals open-forth at once
Ten thousand thousand cherubims advance :
The OMNISCIENT JUDGE amidst the host appears
Descending onward 'mong the nether spheres
His sapphire throne in orient radiance beams;
His foot-stool vast a rolling planet seems:
Near earth's remotest verge the mighty throng
In dread deep silence slowly moves along :

Th' archangel sounds-the conscious mountains quake,
Earth to its centre reels--the dead awake.-

The trembling multitude amid the gloom
Await, in high suspence, their awful doom:
While still small sounds that welcome into bliss
In holy rapture thrill: High o'er the abyss
Prepared for damned ghosts, shall tyrants hear
Their merited award transpierce the ear,
"Depart ye cursed—everlasting ire

Pursue and plunge you into quenchless fire:
For you the sons of men too long endur'd
(By gold insnar'd, by luxury allur'd),

Low slavery's yoke, oppression's galling rod,
While

you, ye scorners, mock'd the ALMIGHTY GOD.
"Welcome ye faithful-enter ceaseless joy
Your just inheritance-henceforth employ
Existence endless-swell high symphonies
Through boundless space, and new-created skies."
III. What time oppression o'er Columbia reign'd,
Revolt uprear'd his head-while yet enchain'd,
In giant strength his manacles in twain
Infuriate snapp'd-and claim'd his rights again!
Britannia roused to arms indignant flew,
And in her kindling wrath her children slew.
-So Medea (monstrous !) bared her murderous arm,
Imbrued it in her offspring's heart-blood warm,

And from her gory grasp child after child

She flung, then rais'd the reeking blade, and madly smil❜d!
-'Twas when Columbia's sons will'd to be free,
Astonish'd Europe heard the high decree,

That Britain hurl'd her thunderbolts afar
Beyond the Atlantic's bound in hideous war;
Then forth in hostile train our GAËL were led,
And in the dubious cause reluctant bled;
Their kindred meeting in th' ensanguin'd field,
They fear to conquer, as they scorn to yield—
When kin meets kindred in rebellious fight,
O God what carnage !-what a woeful sight !
How mothers mourn how orphans !-widows wail !
Nature appal'd bows down and draws the veil !—
Meanwhile new levies destined to regain,

By force of arms beyond the western main,
Britannia's claims, lost empire, homage due
By means coercive thus her aims pursue,
-The woody swamps along the Atlantic flood
The royal army gains, and pants for blood:
What carnage dreadful in thy name, O GEORGE!
When "blood enough" the dogs of war did gorge!
Many a warrior guiltless gnaws the ground.-
And oft, alas! are many to be found

By stern compulsion soldiers 'mong the files,

And some the victim of insidious wiles.