Tu modo dux, tu comes, Uxor, esses, Quam daret molles Philomela cantus, Palmeâ ut felix moreretur hora Vesperis umbrâ ! Tu modo, ac tecum soboles, paterno Pendula amplexu, latus assideres ; Suaviter Gungæ scaphus auream de scenderet undam. Mane, surgenti relevandus aurâ, Dum super cymbæ tabulas recumbo, Te reluctanti, licet otiosus Corde requiram. I miss thee, when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide ; But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer; But miss thy kind approving eye, Thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, Thy prayers ascend for me. Vesperâ, Gungæ prope flumen errans, Lampade flammam Cum neque aspectu recreer benigno, Nec probâ vox accipiatur aure, Displicent libri; male penicillis Fallitur æstus. Rite mî flexis genibus precanti, Stella cadentis. Then on! Then on! where duty leads, My course be onward still; O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor wild Malwah detain; For sweet the bliss that me awaits By yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright they say, Across the dark blue sea; As then shall meet in thee. Proinde quo virtus jubet ire pergam, Almoræ scandens gelidum cacumen, Seu juga Indorum sequar, atque campos Sole perustos. Dellia, ac regum domus et columnæ, Marmore pontus. Bombacæ turres, rutilæ per æquor, Limen inibunt. 1859. |