A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Each principle of truth and purity,

And all that merited the world's acclaim,

This fiend misled—nor could I ever free

From his destroying grasp my darling's fame;

But yet I could not ween that heart of gall

Could be a foe to one, whose heart beat kind to all.

VIII.

My third, a Christian and a warrior true,

A bold adventurer on foreign soil,

And next, his brother, a supreme Hindu,