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Rh  9 Britannia, sublime To flame in generous deed; In others’ cause to bleed. So to the end of time It shall be. Once she freed The Iberian. Wellington And Torres Vedras spun The lines of victory then. Another Trafalgar The bleak North Seas await; Where her fleet towers the main; Each mighty battleship Charged to the very lip With thunder. Big with fate They loom Britannia.

 (Translated from a poem by Sir Rabindranath Tagore.)

Young image of what old Rishi of Ind Art thou, O Arya savant, Jagadish? What unseen hermitage hast thou raised up From 'neath the dry dust of this city of stone? Amidst the crowd's mad turmoil, whence hast thou That peace in which thou in an instant stoodst Alone at the deep centre of all things— Where dwells the One alone in sun, moon, flowers, In leaves, and beasts and birds, and dust and stones, —Where still one sleepless Life on its own lap Rocks all things with a wordless melody, All things that move or that seem motionless! While we were drunk with the remote and vain Dead glories of our past,—in alien dress Walking and talking in an alien tongue, 