TO THE GAND'HRAJ.[A]
WRITTEN IN INDIA, BY MRS. E. LOCK.
Oh! beautiful Gánd'hraj! sweet is thy breath;
Thou art pale, too, as bearing the impress of Death,
Like the velvety touch of the Kokila's[B] wing,
Or the flakes that the snow-spirits playfully fling,
Are thy robings unstained by a glance from the sun;
To me thou art welcome, my beautiful one!
Like a penitent nun at the hour of prayer,