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rica, Where the long Niger's track is lost, respond, 420 Hosannah to the car of light! Roll on! From realm to realm, from shore to farthest shore, O'er dark pagodas, and huge idol-fanes, That frown along the Ganges' utmost stream, Till the poor widow, from the burning pile Starting, shall lift her hands to heaven, and weep That she has found a Saviour, and has heard The sounds of Christian love! Oh, horrible! The pile is smoking!--the bamboos lie there, That held her down when the last struggle shook 430 The blazing pile![35] Hasten, O car of light! Alas for suffering nature! Juggernaut, Armed, in his giant car goes also forth, Goes forth amid his red and reeling priests, While thousands gasp and die beneath the wheels, As they go groaning on, 'mid cries, and drums, And flashing cymbals, and delirious songs Of tinkling dancing girls, and all the rout Of frantic superstition! Turn away! And is not Juggernaut himself with us? 440 Not only cold insidious sophistry Comes, blinking with its taper-fume, to light, If so he may, the sun in the mid heaven! Not only blind and hideous blasphemy Scowls in his cloak, and mocks the glorious orb, Ascending, in its silence, o'er a world Of sin and sorrow; but a hellish brood Of imps, and fiends, and phantoms, ape the form Of godliness, till godliness itself Seems but a painted monster, and a name 450 For darker crimes, at which the shuddering heart Shrinks; while the ranting rout, as they march on, Mock Heaven with hymns, till, see! pale Belial Sighs o'er a filthy tract, and Moloch marks, With gouts of blood, his brandished magazine! Start, monster, from the dismal dream! Look up! Oh! listen to the apostolic voice, That, like a voice from heaven, proclaims, To faith Add virtue! There is no mistaking here; Whilst moral education by the hand 460 Shall lead the children to the house of God, Nor sever Christian faith from Christian love. If we would see the fruits of charity, Look at that village group, and paint the scene! Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray, A rural mansion on the level lawn Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade Is drawn, as wi
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