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SCENES IN INDIA. 
we approached Calcutta. As I now call to my re- 
collection the beauties of that magnificent river, I 
shall indulge myself, and I trust gratify the reader, 
by giving a poetical description of it from the pen of 
one of its own native bards. 
“ Gold river ! gold river ! how gallantly now 
Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow ! 
In the pride of her beauty how swiftly she flies, 
Like a white- winged spirit through topaz- paved skies! 
,f Gold river ! gold river ! thy bosom is calm, 
And o’er thee the breezes are shedding their balm ; 
And nature beholds her fair features pourtray’d 
In the glass of thy bosom serenely display’d. 
“ Gold river ! gold river ! the sun to thy waves 
Is fleeting to rest in thy cool coral caves ; 
And thence, with his tiar of light, in the morn 
He will rise, and the skies with his glory adorn. 
“ Gold river ! gold river ! how bright is the beam 
That lightens and crimsons thy soft flowing stream ! 
Whose waters beneath make a musical clashing — 
Whose waves as they burst in their brightness are flashing ! 
“ Gold river ! gold river ! the moon will soon grace 
The hall of the stars with her light- shedding face ; 
The wandering planets will over thee throng, 
And seraphs will waken their music and song. 
“ Gold river ! gold river ! our brief course is done, 
And safe in the city our home we have won ; 
And as to the bright sun, now dropp’d from our view, 
So, Ganga, we bid thee a cheerful adieu !” 
These stanzas are taken from a volume of poems 
written in English by Kasiprasad Ghosh, a young 
