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Upon the Ganges regal stream The suns bright splendours rest— And gorgeously the noon-tide beam Reposes on its breast. But in a small secluded nook Beyond the western sea, There rippling glides a narrow brook That's dearer far to me.

The loory perches on my hand Caressing to be fed— And spreads its wings at my command, And bends its purple head. But where the robin—humble guest Comes flying from the tree, Which bears its unpretending nest, Alas! I'd rather be.