|Nations in whom life marches to action,|
Waging high combat change the world’s face.
Vain the astrologer’s chart of tomorrow!
All his old stars have dropped from the skies.
Now the globe’s centre blazes so fiercely,
Spume of the sea-waves tossed up to heaven
Hangs it with new stars; earth from her travail finds no release, and Nature puts forth
Subtly her signs and omens, while Khizr
Wonders, by Woolar’s margin, how long these
Cold Himalayan springs shall boil over!