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Down by the Sutlej shore	A
Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum tum	B
At winter's eve did come	B
A gaunt old northern lion at whose roar	A
The myriad howlers of thy wilds are dumb	B
Blood stained Ferozepore	A
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In the rich Indian night	C
And dreaming of his mate beyond the sea	D
Toil worn but grand to sight	C
He made his lair in might	C
Beneath thy dark palm tree	D
And thou didst rouse him to the unequal fight	C
And woe for thee	D
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For some of that wild land	E
Had heard him in the desert where he lay	F
And soon he snuffs upon their hurtling way	F
The hunters bandby band	E
And up he gat him from the eastern sand	E
And leaped upon his prey	F
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Alas for man Alas for all thy dreams	G
Thou great somnambulist wherein outlawed	H
From right and thought thou workest out unawed	H
Thy grand fantastic fancies Thro' the flood	H
The pestilence the whirlwind the dread plain	I
Of thunders thro' the earthquake and the storm	B
The deluge and the snows the whirling ice	J
Of the wild glacier every ghastly form	B
Of earth's most vexed vicissitudes of pain	I
Thro' worlds of fire and seas of mingled bloods	K
Thou rushest dreadful as a maniac god	H
And only finding that thou wert not sane	I
When some great sorrow thunders at thy brain	I
And wakes thee trembling by a precipice	L
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Alas for thee thou grey haired man that still	M
Art sleeping and canst hold thy grandchild high	N
That he may see the gorgeous wrong go by	N
Which slew his father And for thee thou bright	H
Inheritress of summer time and light	H
Alas for thee that thy young cheek is flush'd	H
With dreaming of the lion and the foe	O
Tho' it had been yet paler than the snow	O
Upon the battle hill if once had gush'd	H
But once before thee even the feeblest flow	O
Of that life's blood that swept in floods below	O
Alas that even thy beauty cannot break	P
The vampyre spell of such a war dream's woe	O
Alas tho' waking might have been to know	O
Things which had made it sweeter not to wake	P
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Alas for man poor hunchback all so proud	H
And yet so conscious man that stalks divine	Q
Because he feels so mortal speaking loud	H
To drown the trembling whisper in his heart	H
And wildly hurrying on from crowd to crowd	H
In hope to shun the faithful shapes that start	H
Wherever lake doth sleep or streamlet shine	Q
In silent solitudes When once in youth	R
Fresh from the spheres and too severely wise	S
Truth drew the face he longed yet feared to view	T
Stung with the instinct that confessed it true	T
He dashed the tablets from her sacred hand	H
She drops her singing robes and leaves his land	H
And Fiction decent in the garb of Truth	R
While lurking mischief lights her lambent eyes	S
Seizes the fallen pencil and with grave	U
Historic features paints the lies we crave	U
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So war became a welcome woe The grass	V
Grows tear bedewed upon a lonely grave	U
And we plant sad flow'rs and sweet epitaphs	W
And every grief of monumental stone	X
Above a single woe but let men sleep	Y
In thousands and we choose their hideous heap	Y
For Joy to hold his godless orgies on	Z
Is it that some strange law's unknown behest	H
Makes gladness of the greatest woes we have	A2
And leaves us but to sorrow for the less	B2
Even as in outward nature light's excess	B2
Is blindness and intensest motion rest	H
Or is it not oh conscious heart declare	A
That the vast pride of our o'erwrought despair	A
Seeing the infinite grief and knowing yet	H
We have no tears to pay such deep distress	B2
Grown wild repudiates the direful debt	H
And in its very bankrupt madness laughs	W
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Yet when this Victory's fame shall pass as grand	H
And griefless as a rich man's funeral	C2
Thro' nations that look on with spell bound eye	N
While echoing plaudits ring from land to land	H
Alas will there be none among the good	H
And great and brave and free to speak of all	D2
The pale piled pestilence of flesh and blood	H
The common cold corruption that doth lie	N
Festering beneath the pall	E2
Alas when time has deified the thought	H
Of this day's desperate devilry and men	F2
Who scorn to inherit virtue but will ape	G2
Their sires and bless them when they sin shall shape	G2
A graven image of the thought and then	F2
Fall down to worship it will no one dare	A
While nations kneel before the idol there	A
To stand and tell them it is Juggernaut	H
Alas for man if this new crime shall yield	H
To truth no harvest for the sighs it cost	H
If this crowned corpse this pale ensceptred ghost	H
That stalks Ferozepore from thy red field	H
Robed as a king shall all unchallenged pass	V
Down the proud scene of Time Alas alas	V
If there are some to weep and some to pray	F
And none to bow their humbled heads and say	F
Low sighing There hath been a mortal strife	H2
And thirteen thousand murdered men lie there	A
And day and night upon the tainted air	A
Blaspheme the Lord of Life	H2

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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