THE MEMORY OF
MY DEAR DAUGHTER
The star that rose to cheer our humble life,
And make a little heaven of our home,
Shall rise again\u2014yes, surely rise again
To give us everlasting joy divine.
TO MY DAUGHTER
SEETA AND RAMA\ue000A TALE OF THE INDIAN FAMINE
THE STORY OF PRINCE D\u00c9SING
THE STORY OF RUDRA
THE STORY OF THE ROYAL HUNTRESS
CHANDRA\ue001A TALE OF THE FIELD OF TELLIK\u00d3TA
THE KORATHY'S LULLABY
A poet of my native land has said\ue002
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,
Who paints the lids to look more bright and fair.
The eyes may smart and water, but withal
She loves to please them that behold her face.
E'en so, my Master, thine own life has been.
Thy songs have pleased the world, thy thoughts divine
Have purified, likewise ennobled man.
And what are they, those songs and thoughts divine,
But sad experience of thy life, dipt deep
In thine own tears, and traced on nature's page?
To please and teach the world for two dear ones
You mourned\ue003a friend in youth, a son in age
Now bringing you back...
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