Back to One of two 9th Lancers albums of photos and sketches `Records of the Gujerat Cup for Pig-Sticking' c1885-1932
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| Accession number | 912L : 2090/23 |
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FAREWELL TO INDIA . 1895 Land of Ind , O land of story , Listen ere I leave thy shore , Fabled land of wealth and glory , Land of ancient , sacred lore l Land of promise , rich , resplendent , Cynosure of Fancy's eye , Land of hope , whose raye transcendent Beacon youth to venture nigh Land of wonder , Storm and thunder , Roaring floods and wild typhoons , Mountains craggy , Forests shaggy , Burning suns , and matchless moons ! Landtoil , and land of pleasure , Listémy parting measure Where the summite snow besprinkled Rise along the northern sky ; Where the cities , old and wrinkled , By the holy river lie ; Where the sandy desert stretches , Where the fruitful valleye smile ; Where the swarthy diver fetches Pearls by Lanka's gorgeous isle ; Where the ryot , Calm and quiet , Guides his oxen by the well , Till the village Reet from tillage With the temple's evening bell ; Dusky millions , toiling blindly , Hear a voice that greets you kindly ! Land of sport , in jungle tangled , Grassy plain , and rugged hill , When the skies are star - bespangled , When the noon is blazing still . Grisly boar and tiger stealthy ! Joys the hunter's heart has found Worth the wealth of all the wealthy I Spear and rifle , horse and hound , Mates nnchanging , Never ranging From their lord and master's side , Oomrades trusty , Stout and lusty , Friends unfailing , often tried ! Friends unfailing , here I hail you , Let me perish ere I fail you ! Land of love , and land of laughter , Balmy nights and azure skies I Reck not of before and after , While ye gaze in lovelit eyes 1 Odours in the breeze distilling , Wafted from the clustered rose ; Yonth within our pulses thrilling , See beside us Beauty glows 1 Shyly glancing Looke entrancing Back to eyes that smile their story ; Gently weaving , Past retrieving , Spell more sweet than dreams of glory ; Spell that ne'er shall cease to bind us , Though the land be far behind us . Hail thee now by name more bitter , Land of exile and regret ! Shall the she - wolf's stranger litter Nurture such as thine forget ? Foster land , whose stony bosom Scanty sustenance supplies , Yielding from a baneful blossom Fruit that whoso eateth dies ; Walton Circe , Void of mercy , False enchantrees , charmer cruel I By thy glamour Dost enamour Hearts that deem'd thy love a jewel ; Hearts that sought thes fondly sighing Break at last , and curse thee dying . Land of sickness , land of sorrow , Land of partings , oft for aye ! Here to - day , and gone to - morrow , Carried whither , who can say ? Who can join what thou dost eever ? Shall the grave restore again Those we loved ? Begone for ever , Phantoms of my musing brain ! Phantoms dreary , Sad and weary , Fare ye well , nor vex me more Rising dimly , Fiercely , grimly , From that unrelenting shore ! Shore that ne'er can be forgiven Wheresoe'er my bark is driven . Dreams , begone ! The dawn is breaking ' ; Ends the dismal , brooding spell ; Brighter visions come with waking ; Land of exile , fare thee well ! Distant welcome sounds to greet us , Faces loved of old arise , Friends of youth in fancy meet us , Greener shores and softer skies ; Spectres vanish , Care we banish , Yonder gleams the harbour bar ; Hope undying Forward flying Tarns , and bids us gaze afar ; Fill your glass , a truce to grieving , Here's to all the friends we're leaving 1 See , aloft the signal's flying , Last farewells are past and o'er , Through the waves our vessel's plying , Welcome to their surging roar ! Chains are rattling , cordage creaking , Now the screw is turning fast , Engines clanking , whistles shrieking Tell us that we're off at last ; Sailors bustling , Scrambling , hustling All on board the P. and O. ; Friends are laughing , Talking , chaffing , One more glass before we go ! One more glass , ' tis but your duty , Here's to England , Home , and Beauty I BYRONIDES . He stuck to the love fighting his way horses jumped clear ver him . A along . several . уст 1875 Report " ) ( tidle by the old un 1.4 |
