Ode on the Peace, An - Part 20
She fearless prints the polar snows,
Mid' horrors that reject the day;
Along the burning line she glows,
Nor shrinks beneath the torrid ray:
She opens India's glitt'ring mine,
Where streams of light reflected shine;
Wasts the bright gems to Britain's temp'rate vale,
And breathes her odours on the northern gale.
Mid' horrors that reject the day;
Along the burning line she glows,
Nor shrinks beneath the torrid ray:
She opens India's glitt'ring mine,
Where streams of light reflected shine;
Wasts the bright gems to Britain's temp'rate vale,
And breathes her odours on the northern gale.
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