APOSTROPHE TO THE MISSISSIPPI.
inscribed to mrs. h. truesdell.
"To a kindred spirit these lines belong—
A daughter of Genius, a child of Song."
Byrona.
A daughter of Genius, a child of Song."
Byrona.
As on thy waters now I gaze,
Another by my side
Follows, with sad and tearful eye,
Thy dark and turbid tide.
Another by my side
Follows, with sad and tearful eye,
Thy dark and turbid tide.
A widowed heart it is that bends
In grief beside me here,—
A heart bereft, in early youth.
Of all it held most dear.
In grief beside me here,—
A heart bereft, in early youth.
Of all it held most dear.
