XLIV.
Fulfil thy destiny! Resistless spread
Through boundless Asia, forced to bear thy arms.
O’er Scindian waters be thy spirit shed,
Divulging ev’n in Conquest Freedom’s charms!
Earth shaketh still with Battle’s late alarms,
Yet peace and joy pervade the fields thou’st won;
Victoria blesses with her hand—not harms.
Beneath Britannia’s sway shall millions run;
Earth’s labouring head art thou, her Cyclop eye and sun!