Poem No 15

[The following little poem is dedicated to G. D Bysack Esqr as a slight but sincere token of respect for his learning admiration for his amiable qualities. And esteem for his valuable friendship; By the author M. S. Dutt.]

Poem No 15

1

I am like the Earth revolving

Ever round the self same Sun, Boy,

Seasons both of Joy and Sorrow,

I have, like her, as I run, Boy.

2

O! her eyes soft, tender beamings,

And her sweet bewitching smile, Boy,

Like enchantment's potent spell do

Call for the gayer, brighter springs, Boy.

3

But when frowns like lowering clouds, do

Over cast her sunny brow, Boy

Then oh! then the freezing winter

Of dark sorrow chills my head, Boy.

4

Now, fond hope buds blossoms sweetly

Vernal thoughts do fill my head, Boy.

Now, dark disappointment dreadful

All my joys and hopes doth blast, Boy.

5

Thus I'm like the Earth, revolving

Ever round the self same Sun Boy,

Seasons both of Joy and Sorrow,

Like her, I have, as I run, Boy!

Poem no: 15