Anglo-Indian prize poems, in commemoration of the visit of the prince of Wales to India [ed. by W.S. Thomson]. |
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第 14 頁 - Albert Edward ! England's son and Heir ! Happy Heir to glorious Rama's throne — Kingliest of Kings — beyond compare — Perfect name that in the Orient shone ! Welcome to the land that nursed thy dream, To her gorgeous shows, her glow and gleam ! " Son of Her, our Mother as she's thine, Son of Her, whose spotless life and fame, Redolent of graces sweet — benign, Have filL'd the world with Victoria's name ! Thrice welcome to India's sunny shore, Where that name we loyally adore ! " From the...
第 16 頁 - ... my eyes grow dim ; Whilst drop my chains from every limb. Though mighty thou, and rich and bright, Though great thy name, and grand thy story, To raise this land to life and light, Be still thy aim, thy highest glory ! In thy grasp quivers India's fate, Oh ! raise her, bless her, make her great Thy reign has cast a ray, — a gleam Of hope, where all was dark despair ; Dispel not, oh ! the pleasing dream She nurses 'neath thy fost'ring care ! But still, oh ! teach her rulers still To heed, not...
第 6 頁 - Then shall thy kingdom aye endure — The King of Kings loves but the pure. VI. From Kasbee's sacred fane shall rise A holy prayer for thee ; On Pooree's sod, in Brindabun We'll bend the reverent knee : For God is one, our God and thine, We'll pray to Him at every shrine, That thou may'st blessed be VII. Hail, future lord of India, hail ! But heaven delay thy reign. Long may thy holy Mother live ; But when, relieved from earthly pain, She, like the sun, sinks down to rest, Plant thou her virtues...
第 12 頁 - In caves secluded mourned her treasures gone ; Then — then, O Poesy, thou tender maid, Fond of the laughing fount, and cooling shade — Scared by the tyrant's yells, and mis'ry's cries, Didst wing thy flight to more congenial skies ! Nor hall, nor bower, nor the shady grove ^Resounded then the thrilling strains of love : A dreary winter reigned o'er all the land, Locking the springs of joy in icy band ! " At length, with pity moved, the Sovereign Lord To Britain gave the all-commanding word :...