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Thou, whose intellect enlightened,
Plied refinement’s halls Elysian,
And thine apes unwearying polished
On the fine grained stone Parisian,
Thou must add one more attraction
To the gaudy colors’ glare,
Which, to cultured folks’ distraction,
Flaunts upon that savage pair.
Hanuman! thy grief I share it,
But give ear to what I’m saying,
Times shall come we long have dreamed of
Chafing at their long delaying.
When at last we’ll leave behind us
Strife of tongues and wars shall cease,
And one common language bind us
In the golden chains of peace.
All shall then be one in feeling,
One in acting, one in thinking,
From one single fount of wisdom
Thirsty souls shall then be drinking;
Hanuman then e’en thine apes shall,
Too, mature to freedom’s ray,
And no fable then, perhaps, shall
Be my wild fantastic lay.
