"If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover Have throbbed at our lay, 'twas thy glory alone; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I walk was thy own." --Moore to the Harp of Erin
Calcutta:
Printed for the Author at the Baptist Mission Press; And Sold by Messrs. S. Smith and Co. Hukaru Library.
