Epistle In Verse II
Sir,
Your muse, I know, is a too powerful dame,
No censure lowers, no praise exults her name;
For like the Lady, who hath e'er seen
No man but her own lord, nor e'er been
To any place but lives for age confined
In her own closet she does hear in mind
That she is great; why will she then require
Praise from true Judges, or their censure care?
Your obedient servant,
10th June, 1841
Hindu College
Poem no: 05
Poem no: 05
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