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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

Yet you leave all to-day without a pang!

The trees in cloudy sorrow darker hang ;

As if some grief across their spirit passed,

To-day a deeper dusk the forests cast ;

The wind wails, and the dry leaves whir to earth.

You only with a happy face of mirth

Go, like a joyful dream when night is o’er.

KACH

Debjani, I shall cherish evermore

These forests as my mother-country ; here

My life had second birth. I will revere

Their memory lovingly.

DEBJANI This banian’s boughs Sheltered you daily, pasturing your cows ' Or in the noon asleep. As for a guest,

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