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"But could these weak arms wield a soldier's brand,
    "Could these too fragile limbs sustain the fight,
"Even to the death, Mitala would withstand
    "This cruel custom, and uphold the right
"Of woman to her share of gold and gems,
"Sceptres and sway, and regal diadems.

"Oh! is there none—not one amid the throng
    "Pressing to view a deed by Heaven abhorred,
"Whose brave heart, burning to avenge the wrong,
    "Will, at my adjuration draw the sword,
"And god-like in an injured woman's cause
"Crush at a blow foul superstition's laws?

"Silent and moveless all!—Oh craven race
    "Not long shall this fair land endure your sway;
"Shame and defeat, and capture and disgrace
    "Await the closing of a blood-stained day:
"I see, I see the thickly gathering bands
"Crouding in conquering ranks from distant lands!