Come, Mother come, all clothed in holy light,
The sun and moon both shining at thy feet.
O bless our hearths and homes! O bless our sight
With visions of the glorious Infinite!
In varied names we worship only thee;
In vain, the creeds veil thee in mystery:
For God or Goddess, it is all the same—
In every form we worship but thy name!
Come, Goddess bright, O come, Supernal Power,
In beaming smiles and loveliness arrayed,
Our only hope in dark misfortune's hour,
Our sole support, and never-failing aid!
O bless the land with Peace and tranquil Joy!
May no distressing ills the Year annoy!
O come with all thy radiant progeny,
Durga, Durga, Durgatinashini!
Robert Knight.
Sudden the Indian sky is overcast,
And all the land is shrouded deep in gloom:
A wail goes forth from many an Indian home,
And tears from old and young are streaming fast.
For where is he, our fearless champion bold,
India's unflinching advocate and friend,
Whose lofty purpose and whose cherish'd end,
Were Justice, Truth, and Righteousness to uphold?
Alas, the generous soul is now no more!
Hush'd the large heart, whose love our hearts had won!
O noble Knight, thy mortal warfare o'er,
O weary pilgrim thy long journey done,
Rest, from thy loving toil and labour rest,
Repose, in peace on thy Redeemer's breast!
