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Slave of the mine! thy yellow light
 * Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear—

A gentle vision comes by night
 * My lonely widow'd heart to cheer;
 * Her eyes are dim with many a tear.

That once wer& guiding stars to mine:
 * Her fond heart throbs with many a fear—

I cannot bear to see thee shine.

For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave,
 * I left a heart that lov'd me true I

I cross'd the tedious ocean-wave,
 * To roam in climes unkind and new.
 * The cold wind of the stranger blew

Chill on my wither'd heart:—the grave
 * Dark and untimely met my view—

And all for thee, vile yellow slave!

Ha! com'st thou now so late to mock
 * A wanderer's banish'd heart forlorn,

Now that his frame the lightning shock
 * Of sun-rays tipt with death has borne?
 * From love, from friendship, country, torn,

To memory's fond regrets the prey,
 * Vile slave, thy yellow dross I scorn—

Go, mix thee with thy kindred clay!

 

Shout, Britons, for the battle of Assaye!
 * For that was a day
 * When we stood in our array.
 * Like the lion's might at bay.

And our battle-word was "Conquer or die." 