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“Wept Gange and Indus, true Thomé! thy fate, wept thee whatever lands thy foot had trod; yet weep thee more the souls in blissful state thou led’st to don the robes of Holy Rood. But Angels waiting at the Par’adise-gate meet thee with smiling faces, hymning God. We pray thee, pray that still vouchsafe thy Lord unto thy Lusians His good aid afford.