Drawn & Etched by WHBrooke, ARHA He was stirring up the bones of his Sire London, Published by Colburn & Bentley, Jan 1831. They are walking on with a trembling tread, But aye, as they paused for breath, the part While the calm which in common a dulness seemed, Grew courage when kept thro' the perilous hour. The jungle is cleared, and the moon shines bright And (gaunt in the midst) the streaming light No late-built, gay, and glittering shrine,* The massy and antique solemnity of the Hindoo temple, compared with those devoted to the Boudhist religion, covered as the latter are with gilding, and grotesque ornaments made of the most gaudy and least durable materials, never fails to strike every traveller in the countries where the two religions are found together. But simple--lone-grey-vast-and hoar, All darkly-eloquent of Eld! The farthest years of untold yore That temple had beheld. Sadly and desolately now, It rais'd to Heaven its gloomy brow; The faith has left the Brahmin's God.* There while the brothers gazing stood, They have gain'd the sacred bound, And they quail as they walk, when they hear the sound Of their steps in the temple fall! * They stand in a desolate place, Their roof the starr'd and breathless Space! An altar at their feet, o'erthrown! On the grey walls around, half-rased, Strange shapes and mystic rhymes are traced, Typing a past world's fate. They (the Hindoo temples) were dreary and comfortless places, and there was no mistaking the religion which had the countenance and protection of the state."-Crauford's Embassy, p. 119. And still, as if himself had grown The white rays hush'd around him shining- The calmness of the crowned Dead, On high-and brooding o'er Earth's doom, Or of some Cloud ere yet the wind Hath voiced the breathless gloom. The errand they tell, and the boon they crave. The Sorcerer look'd on the Twins, and gave, "Ten years ago, and the Book of Light "And the Dragon was up from his mountain-hold, |