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Indian Idylls, No. I. 
[No. 2, 
Blest was the hour, and all the world was gay, 
When the sweet infant saw the light of day ; 
A rosy glow filled all the brightening sky, 
A pleasant breeze came breathing softly by ; 
High in the heavens five brilliant planets shone, 
Blessing the child they looked so kindly on ; 
And joyful nature promised endless bliss, 
Bor the world triumphs in a babe like this. 
There was a glory round the infant’s head, 
That poured strange lustre o’er his mother’s bed ; 
And e’en the unlit torches seemed to shine, 
As in a picture, with that light divine. 
What worthy guerdon shall the maiden claim. 
Who hailed Dilipa by a father’s name ? 
Save but the royal emblems, she may take 
All he possesses for her tidings’ sake. 
He fed upon the infant’s face with eyes 
Still as a lotus when no winds arise, 
Nor could he, gazing on his child, control 
The tide of rapture, that o’erflowed his soul, 
As Ocean ne’er can check his billows’ swell 
When shines the full moon whom he loves so well.® 
Though bright the jewel in the parent hill, 
The workman’s art adds lustre brighter still. 
Bair was that child, but, when all rites were done, 
Still greater glory clothed Dilipa’s son. 
Through the wide palace of the joyful King 
Bair girls are dancing, song and music ring ; 
While in the skies the Gods the rapture share, 
And the glad music sounds in concert there. 
No captive wept within the King’s domains. 
Or that auspicious day had loosed his chains ; 
Breed is he only ; doomed no more to pine 
’Neath the great debt he owed his fathers’ line. 
Like some young God’s, that baby’s face was fair ; 
And happy as the Gods, that mortal pair. 
* The Moon, haring been produced at the churning of the Ocean, is viewed 
by it with parental fondness. 
