He comes! dread Brahma shakes the sunless sky

With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high,

Heaven’s fiery horse, beneath his warrior form,

Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm!

Wide waves his flickering sword; his bright arms glow

Like summer suns, and light the world below!

Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean’s bed,

Are shook; and Nature rocks beneath his tread!

“To pour redress on India’s injured realm,

The oppressor to dethrone, the proud to whelm;