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cially in the dreadful acts of self-destruction and the immolation ' of the nearest relations , under the delusion of conforming to sacred religious rites . I have never ceased , I repeat , to contemplate these practices with the strongest feelings of regret , and to view in them the moral debasement of a race who . I cannot
help thinking , are capable of better things ; whose susceptibility , patience , and mildness of character , render them worthy of a better destiny . Under these impressions , therefore , I have been impelled to lay before them genuine translations of parts of their scripture , which inculcates not only the enlightened worship of one God , but the purest principles of morality , accompanied with such notices as I deemed requisite to oppose the arguments
r ^ employed by the Brahmins in defence of their beloved system . Most earnestly da I pray that the whole may * sooner or later a prove efficient in producing on the minds of Hindoos in general , a conviction of the rationality of believing in and adoring the Supreme Being only ; together with a complete perception and practice of that grand and comprehensive moral principle—Do unto others as ye would be done by . —pp . 97—100 .
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TO THE SUMMER WIND .
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Government and Religion of India . 617
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Whence comest thou , sweet wind ? Didst take thy phantom form 'Mid the depth of the forest trees ? Or spring , new born , Of the fragrant morn , 'Mong the far off Indian seas ? Where speedest thou , sweet wind ? Thou little heedest , I trow—Dost thou sigh for some glancing star ? Or cool the hrow Of the dying now , As they pass to their home afar ? What mission is thine , O wind ? Say for what thou yearnest—That , like the wayward mind , Earth thou spurnest , Heaven-ward turnest , And rest canst nowhere find 1
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1832, page 617, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1820/page/41/
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