Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers, both ancient and modern

by Various

But oh! they sink before the excessive blaze.

Yes, son of Maya, yes, I know

Thy bloomy shafts and cany bow,

Cheeks with youthful glory beaming,

Locks in braids ethereal streaming,

Thy scaly standards, thy mysterious arms,

And all thy pains, and all thy charms.

'O thou for ages born, yet ever young,

For ages may thy Brahmins' lay be sung!

And when thy glory spreads his emerald wings