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      No column marks the Rajah ' s lonely tomb ; But shadowing elms their drooping boughs incline , And shroud his cold remains in sacred gloom . Yes ! far from Ganges' consecrated wave , Beneath our pallid groves and northern skies , A stranger ' s hand hath laid thee in thy grave , And stranger-tears have wept thine obsequies !

      This is the spot ! there needs no sculptur ed line !

      A stranger ? No ! thy caste * was human-kind ; Thy home—wherever freedom ' s beacon shone , And England's noblest hearts exulting shrined The turban'd offspring of a burning zone . Pure , generous mind ! all that was just and true ; Ail that was lovely , holiest , brightest , best—• Kindled thy soul of eloquence anew ,

      And waked responsive chords in every breast . Sons of the western main around thee hung , While Indian lips unfolded freedom ' s laws , And grateful Woman heard the Brahmin ' s tongue Proclaim her worth , and plead her widowed cause

      Ah ! why did fortune dash , with bitter doom , That cup of high communion from thine hand , And scatter , darkly withering o ' er the tomb , The blessings gathered for thy native land ?

      Be hushed our murmurs ! He , whose voice had won Thee , heaven-bound traveler , forth from Pagan night , In mercy called the trusting spirit on , And bade it dwell with Uncreated Light .

      Perchance , when o'er thy loved paternal bower The Sun of Righteousness shall healing rise , When India ' s children feel his noon-day power , And mingle all in Christian sympathies , —

      Hither their pilgrim footsteps duly bound , With fervent zeal these hallow'd haunts shall trace , And sweetly solemn tears bedew the ground Where sleeps the friend and prophet of their race !

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      THE RAJAH'S TOMB .

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1834, page 100, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2630/page/16/