N® | ror CONTRALTO & BARITONE N22 ror SOPRANO & TENOR New EDITION Indian Love Lyrics FROM “The Garden of Kama’: LAURENCE HOPE, Set to Music AMY WOODFORDE-FINDEN. (*KAMA. THE INDIAN EROS) “N21, The Temple Bells Il, Less than the dust _ lll Kashmiri Song | wake “FROM "INDIA'S LOVE LYRIS “OR “THE GARDEN OF KAMA” BY LAURENCE HOPE COPYRIGHTED BY JOHN LANE COMPANY, NEW YDAK. PRICE $125 NET. BoosEyY & G. New YoRK ~ TORONTO - LONDON (Ens.) EAST I7EST. RYRIEBLDG.YONGEST. 285 REGENT ST.W. THESE SONGS MAY BE SUNG IN PUBLIC WITHOUT FEE OR LICENSE THE PUBLIC PERFORMANCE OF ANY PARODIED VERSION. HOWEVER IS STRIGTLY PROHIBITED COPYRIGHT 1902 BY MBE WOODFORDE-FINDEN NEW EDITION CORYRIGHT 1903 BY BOOSEY & GeThe Temple Bells. The Temple bells are ringing, ‘The young green corn is springing, ‘And the marriage month is drawing very near; Tlie hidden in the grass, And I count the moments pass, For the month of marriages is drawing nea. She is young and very sweet, From the silver on her feet ‘To the silver and the flowers in her hur And her beauty makes me swoon, As the Moghr: Tntoxicate the hot and quivering air. Ah! I would the hours were fleet As her silver-circled feet , Tam weary of the daytime and the night; Tam weary unto death, O my rose with jasmin breath, With this longing for your beauty and your light. LAURENCE HOPE. * 4 strong-scented flowering tree.THE TEMPLE BELLS. Words by ‘Music by LAURENCE HOPE AMY WOODFORDE -FINDEN Allegretto Ie: td wd Piano. Lf ‘The Temple bells are ring-ing,The young green corn is springing,And the : ” ¢ ve ve mar- riage month is draw- ing ve- ry fa, ¥ oF Fe. = "ne ee oto Ge ee va “a aq 379 Copyright 1902 by Mrs. Woodforde - Finden . New Edition, Copyright 1908 by Boosey & Co.379 et hid-den in the grass, And I count the mo-ments pass, For the month of mar-riag-es is draw- ing near. She is young and ve -ry sweet, From sil-ver on her feet To the sil-ver and the flow - ers tt 7 =—— beau - ty males me swoon, As the Moghra*trees at P An! the hours were fleet As her sil-ver cir-cled feet, I am and the * A strong-scented flowering tree. a9(pS oe 7 wea-ry un-to death, © my rose with jas-min breath, With this $ £¢Less Than The Dust. Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, Less than the rust that never stained thy sword, Less than the trust thou hast in me, my Lord, Even less than these ! Less than the weed that grows. beside thy door, Less than the speed of hours spent far from thee, Less than the need thou hast in life for me, Even less am I, Since I, my Lord, am nothing unto thee, See here thy sword,I make it keen and bright, Love's last reward —Death comes to me to-night, Farewell, Zahirudin.* 7 "LAURENCE HopE. “A Monammedan’s namo, meaning “Faith?”10 LESS THAN THE DUST. Words by Music by LAURENCE HOPE AMY WOODFORDE-FINDEN. Allegro agitato Piano. neath thy cha-riot wheel, — than the rust that’ nev - er stained thy sword,.. 379 Copyright 1902 by Mrs. Woodforde-Finden. New Edition, Copyright 1908 by Boosey & Cothan the trust thou hast we 2/78 Jess than than the weed that grows _be-side thy 379than the speed thee, s than the spent far from13 tw pa little faster Since noth - - ing un - to + + - pa little faster1% accel. con abandone A Mohammedan name, meaning “Faith,”ashmiri Song. Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,” Where are you now ? Who lies beni C1 your spell ? Whom do you lead on Rapture’ roadway, far Before you agonise them in farewell ? Pole hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now?: Where re you now? Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus ‘buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell, I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell ! Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Where lies your spell ? LAURENCE HOPE. % Gardens.KASHMIRI SONG. Words by Music by LAURENCE HOPE. AMY WOODFORDE-FINDEN. Moderato assai con molto sentimento. Baa tae ~ em erp seid] IL Piano. = . #. = ete ; ——— Pale hands I loved we p———— pa ene eS reso. side the Shali- mir, Where are you now?Who lies be-neath your spell? * Gardens 379 Copyright 1902 hy Mrs.Woodforde-Finden, New Raition, Copyright 1903 by Boosey & Co.Whom do you lead on Rapture’s roadway, far, Before you ag - 0 - nise them in fare—well oe S accel rall._e_dim. = 23S Where are you now? Where © ve rall.€ dimPale hands,pink-tipped, like Lotus buds that float. those cool wa-ters where we used to dwell, = crese, would have ora - - ther felt. you round my . Crushing out life, thanes [SSS ic = es ¥ way - ing me fare - well... a Gp = pat = == the side Sha- li - mar,Till I Wake. When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly, — Stoop, as the yellow roses droop In the wind from the South; So I may when I wa e, if there be an awakening , Keep, what lulled me to sleep, ‘The touch of your lips on my mouth. LAURENCE HOPETILL I WAKE. Words by Musie by i LAURENCE HOPE. AMY WOODFORDE- FINDEN. Piano. a9 Copyright 1902 by Mrs, Woodforde-Finden . New Edition, Copyright 1903 by Boosey & Co.37924 37926 your lips a tempo marcato la melodia 379 vein