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In India

Far across the seas to the land divine,

Where mystery reigns supreme,

God carrieth there each thought of mine,

And every wondrous dream.

Under the warm sun, in a golden tomb,

Resteth Thy beautiful form

Midst the fragrant roses that round Thee bloom,

Sheltered from the wind and storm.

With unceasing peace for many an age,

O Holy one, Thou art blest,

Numberless souls to pay Thee humage,

And kneel at Thy feet to rest.

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