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Rh For he—your India was his Fate, And drew him over sea to you— He fain had ranged her thro' and thro', To serve her myriads and the State,—

A soul that, watch'd from earliest youth, And on thro' many a brightening year, Had never swerved for craft or fear, By one side-path, from simple truth;

Who might have chased and claspt Renown And caught her chaplet here—and there In haunts of jungle-poison'd air The flame of life went wavering down;