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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
To His Wife—Written in Upper India
By Reginald Heber (1783–1826)
 
IF thou wert by my side, my love,
  How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala’s palmy grove,
  Listening the nightingale.
 
If thou, my love, wert by my side,        5
  My babies at my knee,
How gayly would our pinnace glide
  O’er Gunga’s mimic sea.
 
I miss thee at the dawning gray,
  When, on our deck reclined,        10
In careless ease my limbs I lay,
  And woo the cooler wind.
 
I miss thee when by Gunga’s stream
  My twilight steps I guide,
But most beneath the lamp’s pale beam,        15
  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.        20
 
But when of morn and eve the star
  Beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far,
  Thy prayers ascend for me.
 
Then on—then on; where duty leads,        25
  My course be onward still,
On broad Hindostan’s sultry meads,
  O’er black Almorah’s hill.
 
That course nor Delhi’s kingly gates
  Nor mild Malwah detain,        30
For sweet the bliss us both awaits
  By yonder western main.
 
Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say,
  Across the dark blue sea;
But ne’er were hearts so light and gay        35
  As then shall meet in thee.
 
 
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