Thou art sacred here, where the Brahmin tells
Of the godhead's seal impressed
By Vishnoo's hand—that thou bearest still
His gorget on thy breast.
And welcomed thou art, with grateful heart,
For well doth the Hindoo know,
That at thy approach the clouds disperse,
And temperate breezes blow.
Yet little he cares where thy sojourn hath been
So long, since he saw thee last;
Nor in what far land of storm or calm
The rainy months have passed.
But others there be, who think with me,
Thou hast been to that favoured land,
Which restores the bloom to the faded cheek,
And strength to the feeble hand.
And my children believe, that since thou wert here,
Thou hast compassed half the earth,
And that now thou hast come, like a thought in a dream,
From the land of their father's birth;
Bringing with thee the healthful breeze
That blows from the heath-clad hill,
And the breath of the primrose and gowan that bloom
On the bank by the babbling rill.
Then welcome to thee, little khunjunee!
May thy presence a blessing confer;
Still of breezes cool, and returning health,
The faithful harbinger.
Old Indian.
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