Tales of Ind - And Other Poems by T. Ramakrishna
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Punishment terrible shall sure await.
Three hundred years more and the little plot Of land thou gavest shall grow and expand Into an empire huge, unwritten yet On hist'ry's page, and shall surpass the dreams Of warriors bold in times of old, and like The creepers that, entwined around the oak, Luxuriant grow, safe from the storms that blow, And flow'rs give forth to beautify the scene, Her sons shall everlasting peace enjoy, And blessings, hitherto unknown to man-- The grandest scene for God to ever cast His loving eyes upon, and for the world Of man to wonder at, and there shall be One sway, the sway of reason and of truth; One creed, the creed of righteousness and love; And mercy for all living things on earth; One brotherhood, the brotherhood of man; One fatherhood, the fatherhood of God. But hark! there comes a shout, and yonder runs Exulting Bukka to seize me alive. But these kind flames are ready to save me. Run, uncle, run at once to far-off lands And continue thy sway in safer climes." So saying, she leapt on the fun'ral pyre, And speedily to ashes were consumed The faithful wife and her departed lord. The monarch, who thus from the Moslem ran, In honour of this noble maiden, reared A princely town,[5] and here the Saxon came, |
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