To India – My Native Land

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LINES OF POEM

To India – My native land

My country! In your days of glory past

A beauteous halo circled round your brow.

And worshipped as a deity you were…

Where is that glory, where that reverence now?

Your eagle pinion is chained down at last

And grovelling in the lowly dust are you;

Your minstrel has no wreath to weave for you

Save the sad story of your misery

Well – let me dive into the depths of time,

And bring from out of the ages that have rolled

A few small fragments of those wrecks sublime,

Which human eyes may never more behold:

And let the guerdon of my labour be

My fallen country! One kind wish from you![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/12″][/vc_column][/vc_row]