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Prince of the race whose Empire is the Sea,                    We welcome thee
Thy ensign floats above our harbour-mouth
A fairy’s
Has decked the great Queen City of the South

'Tis morn,
O Krishna, awake, all the pretty young milkmaids are calling for you; arise O Braj's prince,
The sun is up in the sky, the moon pales, the tender tamala trees are in full bloom
The women of Braj have stringed a garland of...

'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;