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LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. HEBER.
If thou wert by my side, my love,
How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala's palmy grove
Listening the nightingale!
How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala's palmy grove
Listening the nightingale!
If thou, my love, wert by my side,
My babies at my knee,
How gaily would our pinnace glide
O'er Gunga's mimic sea!
My babies at my knee,
How gaily would our pinnace glide
O'er Gunga's mimic sea!
I miss thee at the dawning gray,
When, on our deck reclined,
In careless ease my limbs I lay
And woo the cooler wind.
When, on our deck reclined,
In careless ease my limbs I lay
And woo the cooler wind.
I miss thee when by Gunga's stream
My twilight steps I guide,
But most beneath the lamp's pale beam
I miss thee from my side.
My twilight steps I guide,
But most beneath the lamp's pale beam
I miss thee from my side.
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I spread my books, my pencil try
The lingering noon to cheer,
But miss thy kind approving eye,
Thy meek attentive ear.
The lingering noon to cheer,
But miss thy kind approving eye,
Thy meek attentive ear.
But when of morn and eve the star
Beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far,
Thy prayers ascend for me.
Beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far,
Thy prayers ascend for me.
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still,
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry mead,
O'er bleak Almorah's hill.
My course be onward still,
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry mead,
O'er bleak Almorah's hill.
That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,
Nor wild Malwah detain;
For sweet the bliss us both awaits
By yonder western main.
Nor wild Malwah detain;
For sweet the bliss us both awaits
By yonder western main.
Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright they say,
Across the dark blue sea,
But ne'er were hearts so light and gay
As then shall meet in thee!
Across the dark blue sea,
But ne'er were hearts so light and gay
As then shall meet in thee!
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