भिक्षणवश्-कविड ब्रा5नांद्र अडांज । b” ዓ THE FORTUNATE RAINY DAY. (Written at the request of my beloved friend, Babu Gour Dass Bysack Mohashoy. ). Lo sweet was the hour ;-and a balmy shower of rain, Revived th' drooping beauties of each flowery mead and plain ; Like tyrants, befeft of their power, as they fly, The proud scorching sun was retiring in the skyAnd tuneful Zephyr warbled his heart entrancing song, And sighed, as he wandered yon green groves among ; When gladly I met her beneath yon Almond tree, (Oh sacred as Elysium be its happy shades to me !) There I kissed and embraced her ;-and oh -who can tell What passions tumultuous did in my bosom swell What tears joy-speaking rushed forth from my eyes They bathed her snowy hands-while I warmed them with my sighs 29th March, r&ar. R M. S. D KIDDERPORE, S
- MY FONID SWEET BLUE-EYED MAID.*
I. Though in a distant clime I roam, By Fate exiled from thee; And tho' the sweets of native home Are thus estranged from me; Yet oh e'en in my gloomiest hour I've a joy that can console Me, and calm the storms of grief that lour The sun-shine of my soul
