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 Whose shaggy brakes, by human step untrod, Darken'd the glaring lion's dread abode. Here as the monarch fix'd his wondering eyes, Two hoary fathers from the streams arise; Their aspect rustic, yet a reverend grace Appear'd majestic on their wrinkled face: Their tawny beards uncomb'd, and sweepy long, Adown their knees in shaggy ringlets hung; From every lock the crystal drops distil, And bathe their limbs as in a trickling rill; Gay wreaths of flowers, of fruitage, and of boughs, Nameless in Europe, crown'd their furrow'd brows. Bent o'er his staff, more silver'd o'er with years, Worn with a longer way, the one appears; Who now slow beckening with his wither'd hand, As now advanced before the king they stand;


 * O thou, whom worlds to Europe yet unknown,

Are doom'd to yield, and dignify thy crown; To thee our golden shores the fates decree; Our necks, unbow'd before, shall bend to thee. Wide through the world resounds our wealthy fame; Haste, speed thy prows, that fated wealth to claim. From Paradise my hallowed waters spring; The sacred Ganges I, my brother king Th' illustrious author of the Indian name: Yet toil shall languish, and the fight shall flame; Our fairest lawns with streaming gore shall smoke, Ere yet our shoulders bend beneath the yoke; But