Tales of Ind, and Other Poems

TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DAUGHTER KAMALA.
The star that rose to cheer our humble life,
And make a little heaven of our home,
Shall rise again—yes, surely rise again
To give us everlasting joy divine.

A poet of my native land has said—
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,
Who paints the lids to look more bright and fair.
The eyes may smart and water, but withal