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And now the seeming corse is brought.
With its pale comrades to the shore,
And all the slaughtered find a grave,
Within the Jumna's blood-stained wave.
Meer Asiph reigned—the revel loud
Daily resounded from the fort;
And there a fierce and needy croud
From the encircling states resort—
A profligate licentious race
By rapine and by murder fed,
Wretches who bring a foul disgrace
Upon their ruthless master's head;
Mocking the Prophet's holy laws
With fiend-like oaths and scornful laugh,
The precious vintage of Schirauz
From golden bowls they deeply quaff,
Spending each night in savage glee,
Wassail, and wine, and minstrelsy.
