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Title: Tales of Ind
And Other Poems

Author: T. Ramakrishna

Release Date: February 15, 2004 [EBook #11096]

Language: English

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TALES OF IND

_AND OTHER POEMS_

BY

T. RAMAKRISHNA

1896

TO
THE MEMORY OF
MY DEAR DAUGHTER
KAMALA.

The star that rose to cheer our humble life,
And make a little heaven of our home,
Shall rise again--yes, surely rise again
To give us everlasting joy divine.

CONTENTS.

TO MY DAUGHTER

LORD TENNYSON

SEETA AND RAMA--A TALE OF THE INDIAN FAMINE

THE STORY OF PRINCE DESING

THE STORY OF RUDRA

THE STORY OF THE ROYAL HUNTRESS

CHANDRA--A TALE OF THE FIELD OF TELLIKOTA

THE KORATHY'S LULLABY

_LORD TENNYSON._

A poet of my native land has said--
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,
Who paints the lids to look more bright and fair.
The eyes may smart and water, but withal
She loves to please them that behold her face.
E'en so, my Master, thine own life has been.
Thy songs have pleased the world, thy thoughts divine
Have purified, likewise ennobled man.
And what are they, those songs and thoughts divine,
But sad experience of thy life, dipt deep
In thine own tears, and traced on nature's page?
To please and teach the world for two dear ones
You mourned--a friend in youth, a son in age
'Tis said the life that gives one moment's joy
To one lone mortal is not lived in vain;
But lives like thine God grants as shining lights
That we in darkness Him aright may see.
Nay more, such lives the more by ills beset
Do shine the more and better teach His ways.
Alas! thou'rt gone that wert so kind to one
Obscure--a stranger in a distant land.
Accept from him this wreath uncouth of words
Which do but half express the grief he feels.

_SEETA AND RAMA_.

A TALE OF THE INDIAN FAMINE.

It was by far