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��Thou found them, whom thy touch hath made
Men, and to whom thy breath conveyed A nobler Hfe.
They, whom thy love hath f:;uarded long ; They, whom thy care hath rendered strong
In love and faith. Their heartstrings round thy heart entwine, They are, they ever will be, thine ;
In life — in death.
— Nizamat Jung.
(Native Judge of the High Court of Hyderabad.)
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