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 ��Thou found them, whom thy touch hath made Men, and to whom thy breath conveyed A nobler Hfe.

They, whom thy love hath f:;uarded long ; They, whom thy care hath rendered strong

In love and faith. Their heartstrings round thy heart entwine, They are, they ever will be, thine ;

In life — in death.

— Nizamat Jung.

(Native Judge of the High Court of Hyderabad.)

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