I miss thee in the town, beloved,

I miss thee in the town;

From morn I grieve till dewy eve
Spreads wide its mantle brown.

My spirit's wings, that once could soar
In fancy's world of air,

Are crushed and beaten to the ground

By life-corroding care.

No more I hear thy bird-like voice,

Nor see thy winning face;

That once would gleam like morning's beam
In mental pride and grace :
Thy form of matchless symmetry,

Where Nature's hand has set

A seal that partial memory

Can never once forget.

I miss thee every where, beloved,

I miss thee every where ;

Both night and day wear dull away,
And leave me in despair.

The banquet-hall, the play, the ball,
And childhood's gladsome glee,

Have lost their charms for me, beloved
My soul is full of thee!

Has Rosabel forgotten me,
And love I now in vain ?

If that be so, my heart can know
No rest on earth again.

A sad and weary lot is mine,

To love and be forgot,

A sad and weary lot, beloved,

A sad and weary lot.

LINES

ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL DANIEL DELAVAN,

OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR.

LET not a tear be shed!

Of grief give not a token,

Although the silver thread

And golden bowl be broken!

A warrior lived-a christian died!-
Sorrow's forgotten in our pride!

Go, bring his battle-blade,

His helmet and his plume!

And be his trophies laid

Beside him in the tomb,

Where files of time-marked veterans come

With martial tramp and muffled drum!

Give to the earth his frame,

To moulder and decay ;

But not his deathless name-
That cannot pass away!

In youth, in manhood, and in age,
He dignified his country's page !

Green be the willow-bough

Above the swelling mound,

Where sleeps the hero now

In consecrated ground:

Thy epitaph, oh Delavan!

God's noblest work-an honest man!

D

A SOUTHERN REFRAIN.

NEAR the lake where droop'd the willow, Long time ago!

Where the rock threw back the billow,

Brighter than snow;

Dwelt a maid, beloved and cherish'd,
By high and low;

But, with autumn's leaf she perish'd,
Long time ago!

Rock and tree and flowing water,
Long time ago!

Bee and bird and blossom taught her
Love's spell to know!

While to my fond words she listen'd,
Murmuring low,

Tenderly her dove-eyes glisten'd

Long time ago!