III. Oh! Laha Pennoo! Lord of strife! Oh! watch these weapons as thine own! And at each mark of mortal life Direct the shaft and hurl the stone; Make wide the wounds on every frame, Deface the dead, the living maim. IV. Oh! let our ponderous axes fall Like blows of death from tiger-paws, Or crush bone, flesh, and garb, and all, As 'twixt the fierce hyena's jaws ; Let arms not ours as brittle be As long pods of the karta tree. V. Each aim misguide, unnerve each hand VI. May every axe wear ruddy hue As home we come from victory's field; And while our women, proud and true, Their stores of sweet refreshment yield, May neighbouring Beauties seek our bowers, And yearn to mix their blood with ours. VII. Our war-gained wealth let all behold, Brass vessels, herds, and scented leaf, And maids present to parents old The trophies of our struggle brief; And fowl and buffaloe and sheep Thy shrine in sacred blood shall steep! VIII. Oh! Laha Pennoo! God of War ! Not new the favor now we crave; TO BERA PENNOO: THE EARTH GODDESS. A KHOOND INVOCATION. [This invocation precedes a human sacrifice.] I. GODDESS of Earth! Dread source of ill!* Thy just revenge o'erwhelms us still But oh! forgive!-Our stores are small, Denied thine aid. II. Goddess that taught mankind to feel Forgive-forgive! and ne'er again Shall we neglect thy shrine to stain She is considered the source of all evil, physical and moral. III. Let plenty all our land o'erspread, Make green the ground with living bread; Our pastures fill So close with cattle side by side That no bare spot may be descried From distant hill. IV. And when unto the broad flat pool, Their thirst to quench, their sides to cool, Our herds are led ; So num'rous make them that no form Of fish or frog, or toad or worm, Survive their tread. V. So fill with sheep each ample fold Meet not a stone. May swine abound VI. So fill our cots with childhood's din The voice be rarely heard within, And ne'er without; Each thatch with crowded poultry hide, Give jars that bruise the fountain's side With metal stout. VII. Oh! BERA PENNOO! once again Protect us in the grove and plain Nor let sly snake or tiger bold Fright children, save in stories old Of fathers grey. VIII. Oh! make it each man's only care And we thy rites shall duly pay ;— Lo! one bought victim now we slay- STANZAS. [FROM AN UNPUBLISHED NOVEL.] I. 'Tis one brief week, since thou and I Still lingering turns my faithful soul II. 'Mid that vast city's countless walls, For deepest gloom unheeded falls And hours Elysian oft were mine The victims are all purchased. An unbought life is supposed to be an abomination to the Deity. The price of a human victim varies from fifty to a hundred lives-that is to say, a hundred living brutes, cows, pigs, or sheep. III. I mix with other men, but find Their thoughts and mine are not the same; The curse of sickness on my frame; IV. When thine unrivalled beauty shone 1845. V. Lady, those farewell tears of thine, From love's own heaven a sacred shower, Were like the fabled fount divine Whose every drop became a flower; For fair and precious fancies rose E'en while I watched those bright tears start, And now where'er thy wanderer goes He bears an Eden in his heart! |