959 •NRLF ALVMNVS BOOK FVND <# HARP OF THE HEART BY A. S. BHANDARKAR BOSTON THE POET LORE COMPANY THE GORHAM PRESS Copyright, 1918, by A. S. Bhandarkar All Rights Reserved H-^ MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Tkk Gorham Prkss, Boston, U. S. A. PREFACE I have called my book The Harp of the Heart as all my poems are attempts at expression of the music felt within, music that in its last analysis is beauty, love and truth. Some of them probably to many of my readers, would savour of vague mysticism, or overwrought emotion; but I hope, there may be at least a few who will connive at or excuse those characteristics because they have felt as I have felt, and know how hard it is to do jus- tice by means of words, to fancies and feelings that are not of this world. To such I offer these strains for appreciation. A. S. B. 470158 CONTENTS Page Ask 9 A Sunset Day 10 Give Me Back My Tears 10 Echo: Where! II The Rose-Lover 12 Butterflies 13 A. Sunset Spark 13 The Mad Song 14 A Song of Love ., 15 The Music Lover 15 Day and Night 16 The Death of the Year 17 Klytae 17 Moonlight 18 A Song of Sorrow 19 On the Silvery Sands 20 Raptures 20 To 21 A Child's Moralizing 22 If Thou Wish 23 Lines to the Breeze 24 To a Wild Bird 25 The Tomb of Orpheus 26 The Last Prayer 26 The Bells of Spring 28 The Nature Lover 29 The Sleeping Beauty 30 A Slave's Lament 31 Prayer 31 Prayer 32 The Song 32 Nowhere 33 In Disguise 33 Psyche 34 Out of Tune 35 Moonlight : 36 Beyond 36 When in the Fading Hours of Eve 37 Contents An Indian Lover's Lament 38 A Thunderstorm 39 A Lover's Lament 40 A City Night Peace 41 Out From the Heart 41 Beams of Light 42 To Shelley 43 Late Moonrise 44 A Glimpse 44 Vistas of Dreams 45 Symbols 45 After-Glow 46 Reconciliation Sweet 47 The Poet's Emotions 47 A Requiem 48 The Profaned Shrine 49 Life's Food 49 Transience 50 The Allegory 50 To 51 Heart- Yearnings 52 Aurora 52 Changed 53 I Feel A Pain 54 Disinterested Service 55 Won 55 A Fragment 56 My Tear 56 The Temple Bells 57 The Universal Anthem 58 Thou Art Weeping Still 59 Lines to Music 60 The Piper 60 The Lulled Oar 61 Requiescat 62 A Wrinkled Scroll 62 To A Siren 63 The Broken Harp 64 HARP OF THE HEART Harp of the Heart ASK Ask yon moon what made her pale, What pain so deep to make her wane Hath wrapt her in this gloomy veil ; Ask, ask that moon. Ask the breeze what made it sigh, In blossom-fragrance mild to faint, Then linger, softly moan, and die; Ask, ask this breeze. Ask this rose what made her weep, In tears of liquid dew anft bleed. What made it tremble, fade in sleep; Ask, ask the rose. Ask this harp what made it wail, In strains of sadness burst its soul, What made it thrill, then melt, then fail; Ask, ask this harp. Ask, ask mine heart what made it fly, Beyond the spans of space and time, Impressing nature ; ask it why, Ask, ask this heart. Harp of the Heart A SUNSET DAY Oh Rose of Sunset Sing a song to me, A song that ever, ever was, And never again shall be While the sapphire-silked Night Comes dancing with her crown of light With her everlasting lilies Wreathing radiant melodies. Oh, Rose of Sunset, Sing a song to me, A song that ever, ever was, And ne'er again shall be, Till the Night gets tired of dancing, Drunk with harmony entrancing Faints and falls within thy arms, And thou burn an Orient psalm. GIVE ME BACK MY TEARS Give me back my infant tears, Ah, give them back to me! The tears I shed when I saw the sun Sink slowly in the sea; Ah, give those back to me! Give me back my holy tears, Ah give them back to me! The tears I wept when the orphaned child Soothed its mother, grieving wild, Slow climbing on her knee, Ah, give them back to me ! IO Harp of the Heart Give me back my humble tears, Ah, give them back to me! The tears I dropped when I saw my kind Grow ever more in lust and blind, And chain its spirit free; Ah, give them back to me. Give this frail world back its Soul, Ah, give us tears to keep, As pearls like dew-drops pure from heaven Or eyes of light that shine at even, Thy true love endless deep; Ah, give us back our soul! Ah give me back a heart that feels Or melts in tender 'tears. I draw a restless, tainted breath, Can mourn not what endears. Ah, give me back a heart that bleeds Or else the peace of death. ECHO: WHERE! Aspire and fly ; hence higher, higher soar, Annihilate all space, undo all time, Beyond all bounds, eternity's still chime Where hushed for aye infinity's mute roar; Forget; till life is death unto the core; Away to some oblivion's listless clime, Vast deep where sinks this world a mote of crime Where one is all, all's naught and this no more. ii Harp of the He an Wild words are weak; swoons, tears of blood are vain ; E'en silence mars the spirit's frenzied strain, The soul of love's soft trance, of beauty's calm, A lull of void ; a sleep of blissful pain. . . . Yon sun a hymn of peace, yon moon a psalm, Melodious stars waft mystic dreams of balm! THE ROSE-LOVER I wake at peep of smiling Dawn And leave the sweet soft-tranced Rose In dews impearled; in langour flows Her incensed wavy silkiness, As relics from night's wild caress; I wake and sing to hail the morn ! I am a bee, a poet born. I float and sing on streams of gold. The Sun in lavish splendor throws, My strains go ringing and disclose Translucent treasures of the world That lie in thought's dark shadows furled, Veiled petals of the void unfold ; I burn with rapture deep untold. I sing for her and kiss the Rose, I feed on music of her limbs, And winging fling melodious hymns That swing the rainbow gates of Heaven And sadden all the stars of Even, Within mine eyes her lustre glows While mad with Love my longing grows. 12 Harp of the Heart I sing till chants etherial roll From angels' flutes, the moon release, And lull my fiery veins: I cease. . . . I fly to Rose's arms for Peace With balm my weariness to ease, I drink the nectar of her soul, Love's richest wine and feel the whole. BUTTERFLIES Butterflies flutter in breezy air Butterflies glitter on swinging flowers Twinkling sparks of rainbows rare Dance and shiver in sparkling showers. Glowing gems of golden day Rustling melodies of streams Glimmering lightly flicker away Poet's gossamery dreams. Nymphs and fairies these that wing Gay in gorgeous silken dyes To crown their queen, the queen of Spring Quiver and dance quick butterflies. A SUNSET SPARK Gold glimmers on the mountains; Gold glitters in the skies; Gold glistens in the fountains And flashes through my soul. Music floods the leafy grove Music floats on streams Music flows from stars above And vibrates through my soul. 13 Harp of the Heart THE MAD SONG From the one the many springs And the many lives in one, One melodious impulse swings Worlds in chains of change undone. Rest, motion, all are one and whole And mingle, mingle in the soul. Silver pearls of tinkling rills, Floral stars in choral dance, Mellow songs from breezy hills, Lull fair nature in a trance; Melt, melt in music all my soul And mingle, mingle with the whole. Golden liquid of the sun Soft azure of silken skies Through refulgent crystals run Blend in bright auroral dyes. Sink, sink in beauty all my soul, And mingle, mingle with the whole. Virtue's pure etherial balm Love's sweet rosy dreams divine, Prayer's ecstatic holy calm In one endless glory shine. Fill, fill with light, with life my soul And mingle, mingle with the whole. From the one the many springs And the many lives in one. One melodious impulse swings Worlds in chains of change undone. Sense, essence, all are one whole And mingle, mingle in the soul. 14 Harp of the Heart A SONG OF LOVE Black is the sooty, clouded night, Black the noon-day singing bee, But blacker far thy wavy locks That dance in wanton ringlets free. Red is the all-consuming fire, Red, the rose upon the thorn, But redder far thy coral lips That shame the blushes of the morn. White is the milky, floating cloud, White the taintless winter snow, But whiter far those beaming smiles, Thy beauteous face that overflow. Soft is the fall of dews at eve, Soft the silken mosses green; But softer far thy balmy touch, Ne'er virgin birds so soft have been. Bright is the sun that lights the world, Bright the silver twinkling star, But brighter far those eyes of thine That burn the captive's heart from far. Sweet is the love's surrendering "yes." Sweet the dying anthem's fall, But sweeter far thy honeyed breath Whose dulcet flow enchaineth all. THE MUSIC LOVER I love thee not for clustering curls, Nay, not for kisses, nectar-sips; I love thee for the music's flow That melts to roses on thy lips. \ 15 Harp of the Heart I love thee not for charming smiles, Nay, not for sweet entrancing sighs; I love thee for the music's flow That soars to radience in thine eyes. I love thee not for sylphic gait, Nay, nor for soft angelic grace; I love thee for the music's flow That drowns in beauty all thy face. I love His heavenly light serene That beams thy rhythmic limbs along; I love His sacred glory calm That makes of thee an hallowed song. DAY AND NIGHT The day came out in all his light Offered a bowl of trees and flowers, With rivulets, hills, meadows, fountains, A paradise of princely bowers And decked him in his golden crown, The poet poured his soul in song That wafted whirling earth along. The night came out in all her calm Offered a sapphire plate of gems, With rubies, pearls, emeralds, diamonds, A dazzling wreath of diadems, And decked him in her silver crown. The poet poured in song his soul That wrapt the skies and made them roll. 16 Harp of the Heart THE DEATH OF THE YEAR The setting sun shall rise again, The moon shall wax, the moon shall wane; But thou, old year, shall'st never wa'-e When once by ruthless time art slain. To kill the old, to make the new Was ever nature's aim in view. Ere blossomed fresh the hoary tree, Away the red-worn leaves she blew. Thy hour is nigh, thou must not wait, Old year, thou must submit to fate, The whole creation's final day Shall dawn to die itself, though late. The hour is past; the year is dead, Beyond the sunset regions fled, No more to rise, no more to wake, — But shall his memory ever fade ! KLYTAE Vain efforts mine: alas, I ne'er could paint In shades e'en vague, bright visions of mine heart. I writhe beneath this Beauty's rankling smart To steal from far one strain of music faint That sways the soul of bliss-enraptured saint, How weak for Truth this mediating art! O'erflow my spirit unchecked or else depart And still for aye this burthening sad complaint; What sins corrupt my life? What specks or dark Eclipse the solar effluence of light? 17 Harp of the Heart What earthly passions mar the singing lark? The gloom of self bedims mine inmost sight; Discard each aim and soar in ecstacy! Express myself! I feel not — let me die. MOONLIGHT When from the sweet, sweet moonlight Visions of blissful paradise Floated across mine infant eyes, So sweet, so holy was the night. When through the soft, soft moonlight Beauty, celestial angel smiled, Pining for love my soul beguiled, How soft, how lovely was the night. Now in this sad, sad moonlight Sorrow secluded longs to weep, Virtue dishonored craves for sleep, How sad, how lonely is the night. When with the still, still moonlight. Spirit immortal mine will blend, Radiant, in harmony sans end, So still, so heavenly be the night. 18 Harp of the Heart A SONG OF SORROW Sad sorrow, soar to me, Soar to the tender soul unloved, Lone spirit to alien lands removed, And steep her in sleep. Still sorrow, flit away Flit from the weeping violets pale, Flit from the lily's languid sail, And melt me in sleep. Soft sorrow, fly away Fly from the philomel's pensive song, Fly from the breeze the leaves among, And lap me in sleep. Strange sorrow, flow away Flow from the harp of rippling streams, Flow from the trance of balmy dreams And lull me in sleep. Sullen sorrow float away Float from the fading evening's glow, Float from the crystal-flowered bow, And calm me in sleep. Solemn sorrow fleet away Fleet from the spell of glimmering blue Fleet from the pearls of glistening dew And charm me in sleep. Sweet sorrow, soar to me Soar to this guileless soul unloved Bright spark too far from Home removed And sink her in sleep. 19 Harp of the Heart ON THE SILVERY SANDS Speed hence my soul, away; quick wing thy flight To sea's melodious silver-crested waves And merge, melt thee into their song that raves For aye; thence soar on beams of liquid light Unto the moon to lose in splendour calm Thyself ; dissolve : a spark transcendant white Incorporate into pure radiance bright, And when the dawn besprinkles dewy balm Stream through the gorgeous glory of the sun And drown, distil into the spicy breeze. Beauty, Incense, Music — all live and cease In Spirit eternal, infinite one. . . . Ah ! now to wake from bliss Elysian deep ! Sweet trancing spell, sink, sink me in this sleep. RAPTURES Golden fruits and silver flowers, Rains and dews and misty showers, Waving verdure, blossomed bowers, I see, I hear, I know. Tuneful choir on lightsome wings, Rippling harps of pearling springs, Wind that ever laughs and sings, I hear, I know, I feel. Incense flung in breezy streams, Gems full blown in morning beams, Stars of day, ambrosial dreams, I know, I feel, I love. 20 Harp of the Heart TO Kings, lords of realms of wide expanse, What laurelled names to ages leave, Fell victims to a transient glance Forgive a tender soul, forgive. Soft opes the many-petalled flower To breezy kisses of the eve, With rains of nectar fills her bower, Forgive a fading soul, forgive. Heaven's self o'erflows with silver smiles, With welcome doth the moon receive, The thought of thee my pain beguiles, Forgive a lonely soul, forgive. All, all for love the river weeps. Her heavy heart deep feelings heave, On ocean's bosom meek she sleeps, Forgive a failing soul, forgive. Mild sings the harp in sweet accord, The same pulsations back to give Emerging from a kindred chord, Forgive a wailing soul, forgive. Atom with atom mingle still Themselves of burdening love relieve. In strict obedience to His will Forgive a human soul, forgive. 21 Harp of the Heart A CHILD'S MORALIZING When I behold the sun Obscured by darkest cloud Or when the beauteous moon Is wrapt in shady shroud: When I behold the stars That always glisten bright, That always shine to fall, And vanish with their light; Or when the fragrant rose That sweetens all the bower, That spreads its sweet perfume To die a withered flower; Or when the silvery stream That winds its crystal way To freeze to stony ice Or dry a summer day. I think that human life Is fleeting with its toys. Where Nature's bloom is short Man can not long rejoice. 22 Harp of the Heart IF THOU WISH If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with thine eyes ; Those stars of night like sparks of fire Shall melt my soul in sighs. If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with thy voice; Entrance my conscious self in sleep, In mine sad swoon rejoice. If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with those flowers; Soft fling them on my restless heart, They'll pierce like arrow showers. If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with a kiss; I'll take that poisoned nectar sip, And taste eternal bliss. If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with thine arms; Ensnare me in that fatal noose, And still me in thy charms. If thou wish to kill me, sweet, Kill me with thy love ; 'Twill bring a surer, speedier death, A boon from heaven above. 23 Harp of the Heart LINES TO THE BREEZE Blow me, O Breeze, from cursed earth, Where endless evils get their birth, Where vicious powers reign supreme, And naught but riches have their worth. Blow me away from wranglings rude, Blow me from unrewarded good, From this dull gloom of feverish dreams, Where joy is pain misunderstood. Blow me from fretful din and dust, Man's greed for sordid gains that rust, His crimes, who spills his kindred blood To quench his own infamous lust. Blow me away from wicked breath, From poisonous slander worse than death, Blow me from transient glory vain And knowledge that endangers faith. Blow me from iron rule of fate, Red-toothed fury, gnawing hate, From love that keeps the heart aloof, From vile temptation's sugared bait. Blow me, O breeze, from passion's sway, From this atomic ball of clay, To yon celestial shining star, Blow me from here, far, far away. Away from roses wrapt in thorn That bloom and die unseen, forlorn, Away from rills that waste in song, Away from night to glorious morn. 24 Harp of the Heart TO A WILD BIRD Lament not, grieve not, noble bird, But pour thy liquid notes Of melody, though none shall hear Their music as it floats. Thy crystal numbers smoothly flow To mine enraptured ear; Entrancing chants! they claim from me A sympathetic tear. I dream of soft Arcadian flutes Of far-off golden days; They too, the simple swains of yore Unheeded piped their lays; Let not thy tuneful harmonies Be changed to sad complaints, Since no vague word of earthly praise Thy lonely warblings taints; This busy bustling crowd is dead To beauteous things sublime; Ethereal angels vain may hum Rare hymns of holy chime. Fill, sprinkle all the woods with charm Of rich, delicious airs. Drunk deep with thine nectarine strains, My soul forgets his cares. He listens to thy magic lyres, Whose glory they unveil; Sing sweetly, sylvan bard of Heaven, Till all my senses fail. 25 Harp of the Heart THE TOMB OF ORPHEUS Gone those strains that erst could wake The day from out his cell of rest, From soft melodious closes make The rich mosaic of daVkening west. Dead those strains that erst could turn Or lull the streamlet's whispering flow, From whom the lark his song would learn And flowers knew their spice to blow. Gone, yet grasses over his grave Dance to a far-off vanished tune To music's melting charm a slave, There dreams at night the lonely moon. Dead, yet over his tomb the rain Weeps out his soul in silver tears, Where philomel's sweetly sad refrain The sobbing calm of midnight hears. THE LAST PRAYER Almighty God, Thou Primal Cause, Sole ruler of the earth and skies, This world is full of tears and sighs, To me who ne'er transgressed Thy laws ! No virtue here attains his meed, The good is linked with misery still, And conquered by the exulting ill, In truth, Thy riddle's hard to read. 26 Harp of the Heart With faith of childhood's simple mind, In all thy works I love perceived, In life beyond the grave believed, Though reason murmured I was blind; Oh, Thou Who art our Father kind, Who binds us with affection's ties, Shalt wish not; when some dear one dies, That love should weep in vain behind. Hence, hence for higher life than this I lived; my past flew unenjoyed, All pleasures sweet I did avoid, Nay, banished self for doubtful bliss. In charities I spent my wealth, I soothed the sick, released the poor, But now, alas, by misery sore Am forced to feed myself on stealth. Is this the gain of all my deeds, Reward of my self-sacrifice, What promised treacherous hope, I miss, And naught shall now supply my needs. O Lord, who wants us to be good And will not here our acts repay, Wilt thou thy gift of fruit delay The flickering virtue's only food ? Why! Yet my heart is full of trust, Somewhere I must my dues receive, Thou art not likely to deceive Thy creatures meek since Thou art just. 27 Harp of the Heart I care no more to hold my breath, Perchance I sink in disbelief, It's better far to seek relief Ere turn a traitor to one's faith. Enough ! My will to me belongs Grant me some last sweet word of ease That fain my shameful course may cease Before it leads to deeper wrongs. Forgive the wrongs I may have done, Till now by dire misfortune presst, Forgive, forgive my thirst for rest, Who long this evil race have run. THE BELLS OF SPRING Ring the bells, hail the Spring Now the wintry blasts are o'er, Days are broadening more and more Birds on bushes sing and soar. Swing the bells. Swing the bells, ring the bells, Spring his choicest treasure showers. Scented breezes fan the bowers, Blossoms gild the leafy towers. Hail the Spring. Hail the spring, swing the bells, Flowers decked with diamond dew, Roses red and violets blue, Gaily flaunt in vernal hue, Ring the bells. 28 Harp of the Heart Ring the bells, hail the Spring At the scarlet flush of day Cuckoos coo their echoing lay, Cheering early labourer's way. Swing the bells. Swing the bells, ring the bells Sweet at eve the brooklets sing Varied notes in chorus wing, Welcome to the golden Spring. Ring the bells. THE NATURE LOVER I like to wander in a grove Where darkly close the branches twine, Where fearless deer and foxes rove, And shade themselves the nibbling kine. I like to see the grazing herds That wind their way with lazy feet, To hear at eve the warbling birds Whose music melts in echoes sweet. I like to lie on grassy bed Beside a slowly murmuring pool Where soft the balmy dews are shed And whisper evening breezes cool. At night in lonely caves I rest Where moon bestrews her milky rays, My lowly life no cares infest And swiftly fly my winged days. 29 Harp of the Heart I live a life of joy and ease, Kind nature grants my humble need I'll die unknown in perfect peace A death from transient tears freed. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY Upon a golden couch she lay O'erspread with mossy velvet green, While nectar breezes fanned her brows And shook the blossomed foliage-screen. Her garb was soft and snowy silk That rustled with the gentle breeze, The nightly bird poured forth his soul In liquid notes his queen to please. In slumber calm her eyes were sealed Sweet dreams entranced her beauteous face, Her dewy locks profuse and curled Were bathed in flood of silver rays. Fresh flowers, buds, azure and rose, In clusters thick begemmed her lair, Cool, playful fountains leapt and danced With spray that gleamed in rainbows rare. Harmonious harps were round her strung By sylvan deities blithe and fair, Whose sweetness shamed the siren songs, And lingering lulled the listening air. 30 Harp of the Heart A SLAVE'S LAMENT Oh moon, that roamest still at large In broad, expansive skies, Why lookest thou thus sad and pale? Thou art not bound in servile ties. O sea, that roarest still so wild That foamest white with rage. What maketh thee thus froth and chafe? Thou art not cooped in darksome cage. O wind, that wailest still in grief Thy course though wide and free. Why moanest thou thine heart away? A restless life's unknown to thee. PRAYER When pangs of pain torment my soul And Fate her poisoned arrow darts, I feel Adversity's control, And Love, life's single bliss departs. When Doubt begins his shade to throw Then Faith, Oh heavenly angel kind Shower down ambrosial blooms like snow With balmy dews to cool my mind. And for my soul from swoon to save Thy silken pinions gently wave, Then light the golden lamp of Hope That I in darkness may not grope. 31 Harp of the Heart PRAYER Grant me Thy love in flowers seen That ope their petals to the sun Thy love in twining creepers green. Grant me Thy song of surging waves, Thine harp of purling rills that run In ripples through the echoing caves. Grant me Thy peace of twilight-eve, When day to quiet rest hath spun And stars their silver meshes weave. THE SONG Was thy song a downy dream That wove a paradise and flew? Was it a twinkling moonlit stream, Enchained in leaves impearled in dew? It wafted sweet in fainting air, Rustling breezes, where O where! Was thy song a floral gem Its silken petals to unfold? Was it a rosy diadem That crowned my soul with crystal gold ? It melted sweet in tranced air Tinkling meteors, where, O where! Was thy song an incense soft That glimmered in etherial waves? Was it yon climbing star aloft, Whose light the empyrean laves, It lingers sweet in languished air, Flickering heart, ah — where O where! 32 Harp of the Heart NOWHERE In twilight let me dream Of beauty heavenly fair, Sweet on a saffron beam, I'll glide away, nowhere. In moonlight let me dream Of Love infinite, rare, Soft on a silver beam, I'll soar away, nowhere. In sunlight let me dream Of Life's own rapturous glare, Swift on a golden beam I'll fly away, nowhere. IN DISGUISE "The breeze in fitful murmur blows, The streamlet still sweet-singing goes, A lily's lily, rose is rose, Pure love divine in music flows, A lover reaps what seeds he sows In lonely cell a prisoner knows." These strains so soft and sweet that seem to chain mine ears, Set free my soul to soar in realms of beauty rare. Where fountains weep midst flowers melodious moonlit tears, Dear minstrel, thou hast given me wings to fly hence — where ! 33 Harp of the Heart Ah love! burst, burst my chains, dissolve this fleshy frame Unfetter me from self this gloomy charnel cave, — Fond memories wan; heart's longings unexpressed, spent flame! Am I a prisoner? more: a wilful, wandering slave ! PSYCHE She was at dawn plucking roses, roses, Roses red and roses gold, Rapt in silk of rustling snow Like the moon enthralled in a pearly fold. She was at noon plucking roses, roses Roses sleeping, sighing soft Tripping o'er the green below Like a sunbeam dancing in air aloft. She was at eve plucking roses, roses Roses pink and roses white, Singing strains of love that flow Like wan-winged breezes on rippling flight. She was at night plucking roses, roses, Roses dreaming, smiling bright, By pure fonts with stars ablow, Like an angel tranced in a prayer of light. 34 Harp of the Heart OUT OF TUNE A lily on the stream, it rustled and sailed Soft dews on the lily, they lingered and glowed Sunbeams on the dews, they purpled and flowed A void in my heart, it fainted and paled. A bright star flitted athwart the dark, The deep, deep dark of the sky. A white bird darted across the sea To blue, blue depths with a sigh. A pure thought floated across my mind Full higher and higher to fly, A melody melted through vistas of time In glory of silence to lie. An angel I spied — vague yearning I felt — My soul's own vision for aye, Love's glamour incarnate, life's far-off sadness For ever and ever to die. A stream in the valley, it rippled and rang, A breeze on the stream, it wafted and wailed. A petal on the breeze, it flickered and failed A void in my heart, so listless it sang. 35 Harp of the Heart MOONLIGHT I hear the fountains tinkling In the garden of the moon; I hear the jewels jingling In the whirl of dancing stars. I hear a faint voice calling, Sweet strains my sadness mars, Like dews at eve they're falling So softly in a swoon. I see pure blossoms glowing In the purple fields above. A crystal river flowing To a sapphire-coloured sea. I see an angel dreaming In tears and silently Her breezy sighs are streaming With overflowing love. I feel a lull of langour, In the song of silence die, A far-off pensive clangour Of a lonely heart that yearns; I feel her silver glances, My soul with beauty burns, I smile in blissful trances And weep in ecstasy. BEYOND A song of stars beyond the sea, The waves are blossomed on their crest. They lisp a lingering melody And lull their heaving hearts to rest. 36 Harp of the Heart A realm of flowers beyond the stars, That sprinkle breezy-twinkling pearls, And fling auroral balm that mars Quick Fancy with light, sparkling curls. A world of dreams beyond sweet flowers Where angels sail on silver beams, Their harps dissolve in twinkling showers Of golden rain that faint in streams. Beyond all worlds the thrill of love, The joy of life distilled in flame Of radiant music from above, Etherial liberty sans name. WHEN IN THE FADING HOURS OF EVE When in the fading hours of eve The fiery sun hath sunk in sleep, Their work the weary labourers leave, And when the helpless, lonely weep, When soft the pearly dews do fall, The snow-white daisy shuts her eye, The warbling birds are silent all, And silver stars adorn the sky. When speckled owl is hooting low And flickering glow-worms dart their light, When smoothly glides the streamlet slow, And foxes hail the coming night. Oh, then how sweet it is to gaze Upon that endless star-set blue. To learn to scorn the worldly craze, To think of heavenly peace anew. 37 Harp of the Heart AN INDIAN LOVER'S LAMENT Shower forth, O beauteous scenes your charm Ye verdant hills with cooling shades, No more you feast my wandering eyes That drink not calm from lonely glades. Oh, rapturous coil that pourest forth Melodious notes with careless ease. How ill thy songs would match with those Immortal strains too sweet to please. Thou snowy swan with silver wings That glideth lightly in the lake, Who taught thee this thy sylphic gait, But she of soft, Shirisha make. Thou, misty moon with pallid face Shed down thy gold with langour fraught Thou canst not ape her fairer looks, When deep immersed in pensive thought. Dew-dripping lotus, lovely wan, Rough image of her glistening eye, When rich beset with diamond tears With that sapphire thou canst not vie. Thou nectar-oozing, fragrant breeze That bloweth stilly, slyly by, Unwise of thee to steal those sweets Thick treasured in her breath that lie. Bright like a meteor she shone, But swifter far away she's flown. It's better now in death to rest Than lead a weary life alone. 38 Harp of the Heart A THUNDERSTORM See! the sable clouds are lowering, Hark the thunder's distant roaring, Drop by drop the rain is pouring From the slowly darkening sky. Now the furious blasts are brawling, Thick and fast the showers falling, To and fro the trees are rolling, Wrinkled leaves are tossed away. Peal on peal the thunder's crashing, Bright and swift the levin flashing, Shower on shower the rains are lashing 'Gainst the constant oozing panes. Brighter still the lightning's glowing, Fiercer still the blasts are blowing, Wild with foam the cataracts flowing, Rushing down the noisy dales. Now the storm is slow subsiding, t Silver streams are softly gliding, Snowy cascades smoothly sliding Down the rocky verdant slopes. Sweet's the showery fragrance spreading, Sparkling leaves last drops are shedding; Playful pools in rings eddying, Skies a cloudless dome azure. Lo! the rainbow-colors shining, Red with gold and blue combining, Languid arch in peace reclining On the arms of emerald earth. 39 Harp of the Heart A LOVER'S LAMENT The distant rivers meet, my love, The night and moon rejoin. The parted lovers greet, my love But ne'er shalt thou return. Like buds that bloom to fade, my love, Or notes that charm to melt, Like stars that glow to fall, my love, Thy life was fleeting bright. Still like a mate-reft bird, my love, I fruitless mourn my loss, As when some lonely cloud, my love, Bewails the lightning's flight. The rose to me looks fairer, love, The moon doth brighter shine, The cuckoo's notes seem sweeter, love. Since thou hast left this world. But vain the cuckoo sings, my love, The moon her splendour sheds, In vain the roses smile, my love To heal a heart that bleeds. The nursling trees shall weep, my love, And fell their flowery tears, But I must ever pine, my love, Who find no rest in sleep. In dreams, I see thy form, my love, In perfect beauty bloom, But then the breaking day, my love, Reveals the woeful truth. 40 Harp of the Heart A CITY NIGHT PEACE The night is hushed, the moon is up, The stars are on their work intent, All lights are out and perfect calm Is by some steamy whistle rent. The distant bark, the striking clock, The screeching owl, the rattling car, That borne upon the lonely air The dreary midnight stillness mar. The aged watchman walks his rounds, With cautious, measured footsteps slow, And oft disturbs the silent night With clanking stick and hummings low. The air is cool, all life's asleep, The stilly, rustling shady trees, Dim lighted by the lunar rays, Are waving soft and whispering "peace. OUT FROM THE HEART Out, out from the heart, Thou flame unknown; Float, float on streams, Melt, melt in dreams Of starlit beams ; Ease, ease the wilful smart, No more my life I own. 41 Harp of the Heart Out, out from the soul, Thou light unknown; Sing, sing in dews, Weep, weep in hues, Rainbow bestrews. Rend, rend the veiled goal, No more my life I own. Out, out from this love Thou felt, unknown; Quench, quench the sun, Soar, soar from one Till infinite's won, Bright worlds wax dark above; No more my death I own. BEAMS OF LIGHT Sunbeams, sunbeams, Fling your liquid music In a golden rain; Drown, drown in floods Of rosy buds, Beauty sighing sweet with pain, Beauty weeping e'er in vain. Moonbeams, moonbeams, Pour your foamy incense In a sparkling breeze; Crown, crown with pearls Black, blossomed curls, Beauty smiling sad in peace, Beauty dreaming e'er of bliss. 42 Harp of the Heart Starbeams, starbeams, Shower your streaming silver In a silken wreath ; Lave, lave in light, Pure limbs so white, Beauty sleeping, soft of breath, Beauty, swooning e'er to death. TO SHELLEY Sweet minstrel, thou, that cleared etherial climes On aerial wings of song still soaring high In rapture like thy lark; wouldst yearn and sigh For light undimmed, afar, in ling'ring rhymes, — The fount whence splendour floweth for all times, And love bursts soft in purest dreams that vie Rich liquid jewels, change their tints and die. Thou warbler wild of mad harmonious chimes! Thou sad Alastor pining e'er in vain For Beauty's soul in calm of starlit sky, Where oft thy wayward Fancy erst would fly, To tears unshed dissolve with easeful pain! Who shirks the lofty langour of thy strain? The wistful heart shall weep and list not why. 43 Harp of the Heart LATE MOONRISE Can you hear the angels sing, Sigh and sing, sing and cease? When the moon's dim, waning ring Rises pale on silvered seas, And the sad, soft breezes wing In faint langourous melodies. From faraway bright visions spring, The yearning soul from sleep release, Till rapt in light away she fling All life and death's eternities, — How the wistful billows swing! When sweet streams of rippling breeze, Pensive, weary, lingering, Fade in moonlit realms of peace; Can you hear the angels sing, Sigh and sing, sing and cease? A GLIMPSE I lie a-dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, In a canopy of rustling breeze, Flecked rich with sun-shafts golden bright, Sweet blood of roses, gleaming, gleaming. Snow blossoms silver on the trees, Noon weaves a purple dome of night. Soft silence sighs a-beaming, beaming, In a sleep of dewy melodies, Pale, flame-apparelled stars alight With flutes of pearl a-streaming, streaming, In ancient strains that swell and cease, And ope the inmost gates of light. 44 Harp of the Heart VISTAS OF DREAMS Through dewy vistas of flowery dreams Glide, glide to me in the drowsy night, My Love. Robed in lilied splendour white ; Breathe, breathe a kiss Of sweet vernal bliss And move, To music soft sleep's quiet streams Through odourous vistas of breezy dreams. Through etherial vistas of moonlit dreams, Float, float to me in the silent night, My Love. Decked in starry blossoms bright, Waft, waft a sigh, From the pearl-pure sky Above. Embower my soul in Orient beams, Through auroral vistas of crystal dreams. SYMBOLS The full moon's silvery orb above, From his starlit mansion blue, Upon a quiet, crystal stream His perfect image threw. When a wind o'erswept the streamlet And the image flickered and flew. A lily floated down the stream On an emerald leaf, and wide, It wafted smoothly with the flow, Serene and slow to glide, When a breeze o'erset the lily That was borne away by the tide. 45 Harp of the Heart A rose o'erhung a lonely thorn By the rivulet's rim that grew, It swung its rosy head and sweet Impearled in limpid dew. But the liquid dew was shaken, When a breath from the zephyr blew. "Restrain, mine eyes, your gushing tears, Restrain, oh heart, thine idle fears; He's dear unto me as that lark's sweet lay, He's true unto me as yon orient day." AFTER-GLOW A Suggestion from a Landscape Picture Thus soft the burning day hath sunk to rest, The last, faint streaks of lingering after-glow Are fading fast away; the cowherd slow His sluggish oxen drives in the grey mist, That fills the vale with gloom from east to west ; E're deepening darkness thickens in its flow, The peasant to his lowly cot must go, His peaceful dwelling with contentment blessed, Where anxious hearts perchance his steps await; Oh, how I wish to lead thy rustic life, Far from the noisy din of bustling town To do thy work, oh gentle herd, till late Into the evening calm ; still free from strife In nature's charms my simple cares I'll drown. 46 Harp of the Heart RECONCILIATION SWEET No more, no more let painful memories last And willingly forget the misty past; Doth not the parting sun who wheels his fiery way Returning, greet the rosy smiling day? No more a glance o'er far-off wrongs be cast And lovingly forgive the gloomy past ; Doth not the paly moon repenting of her flight With silver kisses welcome back the night? From thy sad heart let bitter feelings fade Fresh blooms of love let blossom in their stead ; Doth not insensate nature melt her shroud of snow To deck herself in garb of vernal glow ? May showers of joy wash out the ills of yore, Love's golden chain bind us for evermore ; Like tender hues of rainbow when the rain is o*er Our souls in harmony blent, heavenward shall soar. THE POET'S EMOTIONS He saw the vale with flowers crowned, He heard soft streamlet's whispering sound, In bees' melodious murmur drowned, And thrilled for joy, he knew not why. He saw the twilight's orange glow, He heard the breezes rustling low, The birds' sweet farewells fainter grow, And wiped a tear, he knew not why. 47 Harp of the Heart He saw the full moon burning bright With rays of quiet silver light, O'er drowsy stillness of the night And sighed for peace, he knew not why. A REQUIEM No more for thee the pangs of woe, No more to toil for fleeting gain, Full freed from painful blows of fate, Rest calmly safe from sun and rain. No more for thee this worldly strife No soothing word of parting friend Will dim thine eyes; no tears to shed, No ills to bear or wrongs to mend. Dew-laden flowers shall deck thy tomb, Sad birds shall tune their mourning lays, And fondly will those sobbing stars Shower blessings with their brightest rays. The thick-grown grass will be thy bed, Dame Nature kind, so fresh and fair Will serve thee with her generous heart And tend thee with maternal care. Soft be thy sleep untroubled, deep, Sweet be thy holy rest in peace, Bright be thy life, if life there be For saints like thee that shine and cease. 48 Harp of the Heart THE PROFANED SHRINE Not love; call it not love that seeks his end In brutal pleasure ; passion worse his name ; He's fleet, inconstant, false; is born of shame; Can love be slighted, made to sell or lend? E'en love that serves two human lives to blend, By poet's praise immortalized in fame, Is weak, self-centred, narrow in his aim; Nay, man is man even higher to ascend. Virtue, Beauty are sparks of Him as seen In idols of our heart; pure Love serene Aspires and faints in worship for the Soul, Not form; silence his song, sad tears have been His balm ; visions of bliss in glory roll A nd peace ; ah ; holier . . . feel — unfeel His Goal. LIFE'S FOOD If Music's melting voice and sweet Should cease to soothe our daily cares, Should vesper's tuneful winged choir Cease chanting notes of melody rare, Or rills their dreamy murmur cease, Then let my hold on life release. If Sunset's parting saffron beams, Should cease to paint the silken sky, With fading hues of tender glow; Should flowers cease the meads to dye Or rays of smiling moon to greet, Then let me leave this world unsweet. 49 Harp of the Heart Should Sleep, the priceless gift of Heaven, Withhold her morphic charm of rest, Her dewy balm of soft repose From weary toil or woe oppressed, Should pain e'er fail to end in peace, Then let me seek elsewhere mine ease. TRANSIENCE Twinkle, twinkle silver star, Twinkle in yon heavenly blue, Ere vaporous clouds thy splendour mar And thou must vanish with thy light. Warble, warble charming bird, Warble in thy leafy grove, Ere notes so gay with pain be stirred, And thou must leave this summer bright. Tremble, tremble fragrant flower, Tremble gaily on the thorn, Ere thou wilt quit thy lovely bower, And sadly weep away to-night. THE ALLEGORY High, high to Heaven the prayer streams From infant souls untouched by sin, But Beauty's purer virgin beams, Draws holier psalms from depths within. Etherial bard that soars and sings With rapture at the gates of morn In vain melodious notes he flings, Would lull the lily's charms unborn. 50 Harp of the Heart Languid splendor breaking far, Through liquid crystals of the rain, Could never vie Love's pensive star, That turns the poet's dream to pain. Entrancing sweet the breeze that flows, From rustling rose with petals soft, But nearer far the eye that glows With peace, to moon that smiles aloft. Nay: words like these are vague and dim For heart that could no spark reveal Of nectar bubbling to the brim, The heart whose hope is but to feel. Eternal round of life and death, Unmeaning deeds of crowd appall, The poet knows its idle breath, And Love is still the end of all. TO Psyche harped from night till morn Beside the vast, deep sea of Life; What was the burthen of her song? "Helene, Helene pure as dawn!" Psyche harped from morn till night Beside the vast deep sea of Life; What was the burthen of her song? "Helene, Helene dear as light!" Psyche plunged in the sea of Love, What's the dirge the breakers sing? What's the knell the starbells ring? "Helene, Helene sweet as Death!" 5i Harp of the Heart HEART-YEARNINGS Burst forth mine heart in jewelled spice of flowers, And fling aureoles melodious to the skies, Burn bright in Orient song that never dies, Soar high in fonts of gold, ambrosial showers And flood with rich mosaic all Heavenly bowers; Stream out in stars of dew, sweet balm of sighs, Or flow in silent crystal harmonies To melt in visions soft by sapphire shores. Can this, frail heart, unveil that glorious light, Eternal beauty, music infinite, Thine aspirations calm, thy cravings vain? Rave, weep thy fill; thou canst not change the night; Nor grasp the truth thou bleedest thus to gain! A deeper strain but breeds a heavier pain. AURORA What's this incense failing, failing, In a drowsy noon? It's a melody sailing, sailing, Breezy vision paling, paling, From the silver moon. What's this crystal tinkling, tinkling, In a golden haze? It's a spring close mingling, mingling, Dewy rainbows twinkling, twinkling In a floral blaze. 52 Harp of the Heart What's this ocean dreaming, dreaming In a boundless space? It's dim ether gleaming, gleaming, Starry gossamers streaming, streaming, In a listless race. What's this halo trailing, trailing Wreaths of purpling spray? It's faint memory hailing, hailing Time's dull murmur veiling, veiling, With a pearly ray. What's this life sweet waning, waning, In a sleep of bliss? It's a love soft raining, raining, Soul's infinite straining, straining Through an angel's kiss. CHANGED Here in this leafy bower Where we were wont to meet, I muse alone in darkness, That thus our love should fleet ; That man a heavenly gift Should ever so lightly treat! How once the birds sang merrily Their welcome chant to thee. Our love the trees soft whispered To the loud betraying bee, Then swung the clustering flowers In tender sympathy, And danced the sparkling fountains In overflowing glee. 53 Harp of the Heart I dreamt not that a maiden Like thee so sweet and coy Should fling her love God gi'en, As a child some loathed toy. But now the birds no longer Pour forth a joyous strain, The trees but sigh in sadness, Wild wails the bee in vain; Alas, the flowers drooping Now tremble in their pain And fountains weep profusely In showers of limpid rain. The heart that once was kindled, Is shaded with a gloom. A maiden's love is iaitniess, That dazzled in its bloom. I FEEL A PAIN I feel a pain, I know not how, Since thou didst bend soft eyes on me, I was once gay, but gloomy now. I feel a pain, I know not why, Since thou didst fell bright eyes on me, Mine heart was light, sad now I sigh. I feel a pain, I know not what, Since thou didst fling wild eyes on me, I live a life but feel it not. I feel a pain, I cannot weep, My soul hath found her soul in thee, I live in death, I wake in sleep. 54 Harp of the Heart This dust that chains this bleeding soul, That burns to feel all one with thee, I shake away — cease; be the whole. DISINTERESTED SERVICE With ruby lips the morning smiles to cheer Our hearts ; melodious notes the birds outpour, As merrily from tree to tree they soar, The crystal dews on foliage sparkle clear, Fresh-petalled gems their clustering splendour rear, And forth their treasured balmy fragrance shower; For us yon Phoebus opes his Orient door And rolls his golden wheel in bright career; But neither he nor scented flowers sweet, The dew-besprinkled leaves or charming morn Delight our senses hoping for return; Then why should I, O God, profane my feet, In empty prayers of greed unholy born? Uplift my soul with love's pure flame to burn ! WON I heard a strain, a mellow strain Swept lightly by a siren mild, Singing sweet in silver rain, The harp was still, mine heart grew wild. I breathed a balm, a nectar balm, Flung by a floral sylph in dew, Lulling all my sense to calm The fragrance failed, my spirit flew. 55 Harp of the Heart I saw a dream, a beauteous dream, An angel sailed the crescent moon, Ploughed with gold a sapphire stream, The vision passed, I fell aswoon. I found a love, a lonely love, A sylvan nymph entranced my soul, Sprinkling silence through her grove I pined for her, and clasped the whole. A FRAGMENT Thy face is the moon without her spot, Thy cheeks are roses sans their thorns; Ne'er fading violets are thine eyes, Ambrosial zephyrs are thy sighs; Thy smiles are cloudless beaming morns, Thyself an angel, vainly sought. MY TEAR I shed a tear, a tear of joy, I found it in the dews that shone On waving grasses, green and coy. I dropped a tear, a tear of pain, The jasmins bloomed and on their balm, I saw my tear in beads of rain. I wept a tear, a tear of love, My tear became a budding rose, And smiled full sweetly in the grove. I wiped a tear, a tear of bliss, My tear turned out a star of light, Whose peaceful glow I ne'er could miss. 56 Harp of the Heart THE TEMPLE-BELLS How sweet these bells were wont to ring That now bright days of childhood bring To memory dear, A heart grown sere, When faith was love fore'er to cling. Innocence then was soul's delight, And instinct virtue's guiding light ; — At each soft strain Of anthem's wane, Then tears flowed down like dews at night. How calm on light, melodious wings, I sailed to Heaven's ambrosial springs, And saw pure streams, In silver beams, Where angels sang on floral swings. I heard still music from afar, Of psalms from yon lone-twinkling star, And felt in sleep, Etherial deep, Whose radiant swell no space could mar. Now all my days with pain are rife, No good accrues from ceaseless strife, Sweet, lin — Ian — lone, Hope's lingering tone, On dying faith revive a life. 57 Harp of the Heart Ring, mingle in melodious rain, Harmonious bells to peal in vain! A dawning light, My heart is bright, Am I to be a child again! THE UNIVERSAL ANTHEM Eternity is singing Infinity's praise, Heavens and worlds are swinging, Raise thy chorus, raise. Spirit's all-pervading (While swift aeons fly) Dust to dust still spreading, Nay, thou shalt not die. Instinct, inspiration, Rapture, ecstasy, Love, are life in motion, Soul from bondage free. Trust in revelations, (Science a crooked way) Thrills, divine pulsations, For the immortal aye. Universal glory Flows from unit's core. Space and time a story Soar in anthem, soar. 58 Harp of the Heart THOU ART WEEPING STILL The lucid dawn is breaking, The rosy sun is decking The tree-tops softly shaking, But thou art weeping still. In sun the dew-drops glittering, In breeze the leaves are fluttering, In joy the bees are muttering, But thou art weeping still. The birds are sweetly singing, The fountains skyward springing, Melodious bells are ringing, But thou art weeping still. At ease the streamlet's gliding, Blue clouds the moon is riding, In peace the world's abiding, But thou art weeping still. And thus the birds shall sing, And ever the lavish spring His floral treasures fling, Though thou be weeping still. 59 Harp of the Heart LINES TO MUSIC Dear Heavenly angel, empress of the soul, How oft thy mild enchanting touch hath soothed The aching heart and cooled the fevered mind ; * Thy soft melodious notes like dewy showers, Are shed upon the weary and the sick; Thy honied strains that rise and faint away Can calm the wild uproarious ocean's rage, Or check the fiery chariot of the sun; Thy varied tunes in unique harmony blent, Intoxicate the soul with joy divine, And steep the spirit in Elysian balm; The musing mind is sunk in deep repose, The slumbering eye is wrapt in peaceful sleep, At thy command the mournful heart doth melt In willing tears still pleasing in their pain : Most golden dreams of perfect bliss we owe, Oh music sweet, to magic charm of thine. THE PIPER The piper piped at evenfall, (The stream sped murmuring by), He piped a tune, the all in all Of worlds that live and die. The piper piped at dead of night, (The stream slept smiling by) He piped a strain that waned in light, Of long-lost dreams on high. The piper piped at break of dawn, (The stream fled sobbing by) He piped a chant for souls forlorn, And ended with a sigh. 60 Harp of the Heart THE LULLED OAR The song is still : A fainting star is floating In the sky above ; I've drunk my fill: Mine heavy heart is doting On a sigh of love. The song is still; A languid breeze is sprinkling, Kisses soft and pure; I've drunk my fill! The world's sad knell is tinkling Through this dome azure. The song is still: A paly ripple's sailing On the sea below ; I've drunk my fill: My life for love is failing, Sweet, my breath falls slow. The song is still: A weary music's breaking From the trance alone; I've drunk my fill: A swooning soul is shaking Life and death in one. 61 Harp of the Heart REQUIESCAT Sprinkle roses, blooming roses, Her soul hath found her rest above, Fill with rainbow sheen her bed, Hers who lived for love. Sprinkle violets, dewy violets, Her soul hath found her peace above, Deck with paly blue her shroud, Hers who died for love. Sprinkle lilies, milky lilies, Her soul hath found her life above, Crown with purest light her grave, Hers who died of love. A WRINKLED SCROLL Long, long before the flood Of Space into the still Unknown, When this world was gray with childhood, And joy shed tears of moan, Long, long ago. . . . When the white Moon burning lay And the lonely Sun in snow Poured quiet on the day, Far, far away, Her dreamy looks were lighted At flaming Love's deep sigh, On Time's sad whirl and slow, Betwixt the Earth and Sky Far, far away, . . . 62 Harp of the Heart When life was pale and blighted With Beauty's breath to die, When Song was waning languid low, Calm, loftier heights to fly, Long, long ago, . . . When light was fainting dim on high, Through all the wide, wide Aye, Her weary looks were sighted, Far, far away, Vaguely wistful thus to glow Strangely listless thus to flow In peace, this pining Soul to slay The How, the Where, the When, the Why Of the Immortal One astray, Far, far away, Long, long ago. TO A SIREN Thy sweet, sad voice soars high aloft, To wreathe a garland of those stars, Then burst in dews, in pearls so soft- Trie music of the spheres jars. Yon Cynthia furls her crystal sail, Faints in a paly silken swoon, From depths azure a dimmer wail, In dreams melodious veils the moon. Fair Venus weeps in tears untold, Pours sad calm silver songs in rain, "Love, love divine to them unfold, Who melt their yearning hearts in pain. 63 Harp of the Heart Queen Angel of etherial realms, In still infinity that sleep, Thy strain with magic overwhelms And lulls her in a langour deep. My soul a smouldering spark of light Eternal, one, the sea of life Laves in a far-off splendour bright Unconscious, freed from time and strife. THE BROKEN HARP What though the harp be broken? ' The strains so lightly swept will fleet To Heaven in aerial trances sweet. Ah! let the harp be broken. What though the rose be shaken? The incense swung around will beam In Heaven a still ambrosial stream. Oh! let the rose be shaken. What though the heart be broken? The sad pure sigh that's heaved so deep, In Heaven will pearly crystals weep, Ah! let the heart be broken. What though this life be shaken? The stainless soul in virtue bred, In hallowed light to Heaven be sped, Ah! let this life be shaken. 6 4 ra ~ S«2F» ™„, octi*** 50w-7,'29 ■I | >* YB 31251; 470158 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY