Page:Fifty years of the Indian Antiquary.djvu/7



We've struggled, you and I, for fifty years To pierce the veil of mystery, that lies On India's past so heavily, and cries Aloud for rending with the searcher's shears. We've sought and found no guerdon, but the fears Unflagging effort brings to him that tries And greatly longs, or joy when he espies A little light that, dancing, laughs at tears. No recompense in kind for you and me Shall issue from the light our labours find To guide the realm's activities aright. What of it ? Is it not enough that we Have won unswerving steadfastness of mind To reach the day that waits upon the night. 6em Editor for 37 years.