Epistle In Verse

(To a Gentleman)

I

                  

Dear Sir,

Plunged in the fethomiess abyss of dark despair,

Friendless I drop oft many a silent tear;

I stretch my hands for succour all around;

But oh! for me no succour can be found!

If thou, Dear Sir! dost kindly deign to save

A helpless wret h from an untimely grave,

Do then; if not, of pity plead his cause,

And listen to obey her sacred laws.

I remain, Dear Sir,

Your most humble, Devoted & obedient servant

Kidderpore

20th may, 1841

Poem no: 04