Left all that once she loved behind.
Honours in Albion’s isle attend
The Indian bride, the captive’s friend;
From royal lips[3] her praises sound,
Her generous deed with fame is crowned.
But precious to her soul, above
All fame, her husband’s smile of love,
Or Smith’s proud glance, when she would claim
Once more a daughter’s cherished name.
But oh! how close the sacred ties