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THE DEWALLEE,
ob
THE FEAST OP LIGHT,
i.
The sun hath sunk down on the Granges' broad stream,
And faded and gone is the evening's last beam ;
Grey twilight fast yields to the darkness of night,
And flowerets and fields are enshrouded from sight.
ec.
But lo ! the fair city illumin'd and bright
Shines 'mid the darkness—an ocean of light,
And seems a dear dream, or an image adored
From the depths of Oblivion divinely restored.
ill.
On the Ghauts and the mansions, a thousand lamps
shine
And gleams thro' the palm-grove the half reveal'd
shrine,
On Ghmga's calm breast, all, in splender pourtray'd—
A land of the Faery, by magic displayed.
it.
On the Eiver's smooth bosom, maids graceful and fair
Are launching their love-lamps with tenderest care ;
And are swayed, or with fear, or with hope's ardent glow,
As flick'ring like fire-flies, the barks onward flow.
t.
Here pray'rs and devotions their blessings impart,
There music and poetry enrapture the heart;
0 ! ne'er was there yet a more beautiful sight
Than this city thus holding its gay " feast of light."
THE DEWALLEE,
ob
THE FEAST OP LIGHT,
i.
The sun hath sunk down on the Granges' broad stream,
And faded and gone is the evening's last beam ;
Grey twilight fast yields to the darkness of night,
And flowerets and fields are enshrouded from sight.
ec.
But lo ! the fair city illumin'd and bright
Shines 'mid the darkness—an ocean of light,
And seems a dear dream, or an image adored
From the depths of Oblivion divinely restored.
ill.
On the Ghauts and the mansions, a thousand lamps
shine
And gleams thro' the palm-grove the half reveal'd
shrine,
On Ghmga's calm breast, all, in splender pourtray'd—
A land of the Faery, by magic displayed.
it.
On the Eiver's smooth bosom, maids graceful and fair
Are launching their love-lamps with tenderest care ;
And are swayed, or with fear, or with hope's ardent glow,
As flick'ring like fire-flies, the barks onward flow.
t.
Here pray'rs and devotions their blessings impart,
There music and poetry enrapture the heart;
0 ! ne'er was there yet a more beautiful sight
Than this city thus holding its gay " feast of light."