Henry Louis Vivian Derozio(18 April 1809 - 26 December 1831 / Kolkata / India)
The Harp Of India
- by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio14
Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough? Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain; Thy music once was sweet - who hears it now? Why doth the breeze sigh over thee in vain? Silence hath bound thee with her fatal chain; Neglected, mute, and desolate art thou, Like ruined monument on desert plain: O! many a hand more worthy far than mine Once thy harmonious chords to sweetness gave, And many a wreath for them did Fame entwine Of flowers still blooming on the minstrel's grave: Those hands are cold - but if thy notes divine May be by mortal wakened once again, Harp of my country, let me strike the strain!
To My Native Land
- by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio1
My country! In thy days of glory past A beauteous halo circled round thy brow and worshipped as a deity thou wast— Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou, Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee Save the sad story of thy misery! Well—let me dive into the depths of time And bring from out the ages, that have rolled A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime Which human eye may never more behold And let the guerdon of my labour be, My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!
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