66 AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL. And we must early sleep to find LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE, WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA. Ir thou wert by my side, my love, If thou, my love, wert by my side, How gayly would our pinnace glide I miss thee at the dawning gray, I miss thee when by Gunga's stream But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I spread my books, my pencil try, But when of morn and eve the star I feel, though thou art distant far, -then on; where duty leads, Then on My course be onward still, On broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er black Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor mild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits, Thy towers, Bombay,gleam bright, they say, But ne'er were hearts so light and gay, HAPPINESS. ONE morning in the month of May Can God, I thought, the just, the great, The boon of happiness? Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains, Ye blessed birds around, In which of nature's wide domains The birds wild carolled over head, I questioned love, whose early ray, His light was dimmed by tears. I questioned friendship: Friendship sighed, I asked if vice could bliss bestow? I sought of feeling, if her skill I questioned virtue; virtue sighed, I questioned death-the grisly shade And I am happiness,' he said, 'If Virtue guides thee here.' |