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 In savage hovels, where the tap'stried floor Was trod by Nobles and by Kings before; How like, alas, her Indian empire's state! How like the city's and the nation's fate! Yet Time points forward to a brighter day; Points to the domes that stretch their fair array Through the brown ruins, lifting to the sky A loftier brow and mien of promise high; Points to the river-shore where wide and grand The Courts of Commerce and her walks expand, As an Imperial palace to retain The Universal Queen, and fix her reign; Where pleas'd she hears the groaning oar resound; By magazines and ars'nals mounded round, Whose