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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS.
If thou wert by my side, my love, How fast would evening fail,
In green Bengala's palmy grove List'ning the nightingale.
If thou, my love, wert by my side,
My babies at my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide,
O'er Gunga's mimic sea.
I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined,
!n careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind.
I miss thee, when by Gunga's stream,
My twilight steps I guide; But most beneath the lamp's pale beam,
I miss thee from my side!
I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer;
But miss thy kind, approving eye, Thy meek, attentive ear.
But when of morn and eve the star
Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far,
Thy prayers ascend for me.
Then on, then on, where duty leads,
My course be onward still; O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads,
O'er bleak Almorah's hill.
That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,
Nor wild Malwah detain : For sweet the bliss us both awaits,
By yonder western main !
Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright they say.
Across the dark blue sea; But ne'er were hearts so light and gay
As then shall meet in thee !
THE CARRIER DOVE.
Daniel Johnson, the composer of the " Carrier Dove," was a music-teacher in New York, about 1S.50. He was a choral-singer at the Park Theatre, conductor of music at Palmo's concert saloon, and a singer of English glees. There is no clue to the author of the words.