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Rh While the relentless shade draws on its veil,

For some sure shelter from approaching dews,

And the insidious step of nightly foes.

I fear imprisonment has dulled thy wit,

Or ingrained servitude extinguished it—

But no—dim memory of the days of yore,

By Brahmapootra and the Jumna's shore,

Where thy proud race flew swiftly o'er the heath,

And sought its food the jungle's shade beneath,

Has taught thy wings to seek yon friendly trees,

As erst by Indus' bank and far Ganges.