MANMOHAN GHOSE.

I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,

But I am visited with thoughts of you;

Slumber has no refreshment half so deep

As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.

I cannot put away life's trivial care,

But you straightway steal on me with delight:

My purest moments are your mirror fair;

My deepest thought finds you the truth most bright.

You are the lovely regent of my mind,

The constant sky to my unresting sea;

Yet, since‘ tis you that rule me, I but find

A finer freedom in such tyranny.

Were the world's anxious kingdoms govern'd so,

Lost were their wrongs, and vanish'd half their woe!