GOVIN CHUNDER DUTT,
1828–1884.
Song from the Bengali.
Oh, never look on woman's eyes!
Their serpent gaze will fascinate
And then betray thee; youth, be wise
And fly their lustre ere too late;
Or shouldst thou linger, loth to part,
Oh, never, never trust her heart!
Oh, never list to woman's voice!
There's flattery in its every tone
To make thy pulses throb, rejoice,
And leave thee then to mourn alone;
But shouldst thou linger, loth to part,
Oh, never, never trust her heart!
Oh, never let thy bosom heave
For woman's twin-born blush and smile!
The glittering smile will oft deceive,
The blush, alas ! as oft beguile;
But shouldst thou linger, loth to part,
Oh, never, never trust her heart!
To Lord Canning.
Though a thousand pens condemned thee, mine still should write thy praise;
Though a thousand tongues reviled thee, mine still should pæans raise;
For factious clamours heeding not, that only call for blood,
True to thy duty and thy race, Lord Canning, thou hast stood.
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