Often beside the surge of the desolate ocean he paces;

Ingrate, dreams of a sky brighter, serener than his.

Passionate soul! light holds he a mother's tearful entreaties,

Lightly leaves he behind all the sad faces of home;

Never again, perchance, to behold them; lost in the tempest,

Or on some tropic shore dying in fever and pain!

Manmohan Ghose.

Manmohan Ghose.

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TESTAMENTUM AMORIS

 cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,

But I am visited with thoughts of you; 

Slumber has no refreshment half so deep

As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.

I cannot put away life's trivial care,

But you straightway steal on me with delight:

My purest moments are your mirror fair;

My deepest thought finds you the truth most bright.

You are the lovely regent of my mind,

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