V জীবন-চরিত । SONG THEY ASK ME WHY I FADE AND PINE They ask me why I fade and pine, And seem oppressed with woef They say what care now can be mine, To cloud my youthful brow P Alas l–they know not that I die Of pains that none can heal, Save those dear smiles and that blue eye Who soon as Lethe's murmuring rill, Can lull my woes t” eternal sleep, And make me cease to sigh and weep That cruel-that relentless maid, Of heart more hard than stone, Cares not, why thus I pine and fade, And why" oft thus I moan ! When fondly turn my ravished eyes On her sweet cheeks to gaze, What life embittering frowns arise And colud that heavenly face O thus abandoned to despair I've naught but grief for me; My life a wilderness appear Overgrown with misery 28th March, r84 r. } M. S. DUTT. KIDDERPORE.
