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Parch'd eyes that cannot shed One tear upon the head, A young child's head, too bright for such fell death to blast! Ah! sadder captive train ne'er filed to doom Through vengeful Rome! From Ganges' reedy shore The death-boats they unmoor, Stack'd high with hopeless hearts; A slowly-drifting freight Through the red jaws of Fate, Death-blazing banks between, and flame-wing'd arrow-darts:-- Till down the holy stream those cargoes pour Their flame and gore. In feral order slow The slaughter-barges go, Martyrs of heathen scorn: While, saved from flood and fire To glut the tyrant's ire, The quick and dead in one, from their red shambles borne, Maiden and child, in that dark grave they throw, Our well of woe! Ah spot on which we gaze Through Time's all-softening haze, In peace, on them at peace And taken home to God! --O whether 'neath the sod, Or sea, or desert sand, what care,--if that release From this dim shadow-land, through pathways dim, Bear us to Him! But those fourteen, the while, Wrapt in the present, smile On their grim baffled foe; Till o'er the wall he heaps The fuel-pile, and steeps With all that burns and blasts;--and now, perforce, they go Hack'd down and thinn'd, beyond that temple-door But Seven,--no more. O Elements at strife With this poor human life, Stern laws of Nature fair! By flame constrain'd to fly The treacherous stream they try,-- And those dark Ganges waves suck down the souls they bear!-- Ah, crowning anguish! Dawn of hope in sight; Then, final night! And now, Four heads, no more, Life's flotsam flung ashore, They lie:--But not as they Who o'er a dreadful past The heart's-ease sigh may cast! Too worn! too tried!--their lives but given them as a prey! Whilst all seems now a dream, a nought of nought, For which they fought! --O stout Fourteen, who bled O'erwhelm'd, not vanquished! In those dark days of blood How many dared, and died, And others at their side Fresh heroes, sprang,--a race that cannot be subdued! --Like them who pass'd Death's vale, and lived;--the Four Saved from Cawnpore! The English garrison at Cawnpore, with a large number of sick, w
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