The haunt of happy household fairies;

And anguish sits upon the mouth

Of her who came to know him latest:

His heart was ever thine, O South!

He was thy truest friend, and greatest!

He shunned thee in thy splendid shame,

He stayed thee in thy voiceless sorrow;

The day thou shalt forget his name,

Fair South, can have no sadder morrow.

The tears that fall from eyes unused,—