Stuart Livingston.
VI
INDIA
DUTT
CCIV
THE HINDU’S ADDRESS TO THE GANGES
The waves are dashing proudly down
Along thy sounding shore;
Lashing, with all the storm of power,
The craggy base of mountain tower,
Of mosque, and pagod hoar,
That darkly o’er thy waters frown,
As if their moody spirit’s sway
Could hush their wild and boist’rous play!