Oh! when shall I behold again
My lowly cot and native plain,
And every object dear;
My father, and my mother,
My sister and my brother,
And calm their anxious fear.
(European Mag.)
[The above is preceded by the music and the French words of the Ranz des Vaches. Cf. p. [156].]
Visitor, I-72, June 3, 1809, Richmond.
THE SONG OF THE SWISS, IN A
STRANGE LAND.
Gleaner, I-471, June 1809, Lancaster (Penn.).
[Also in Emerald, n. s., I-624, Oct. 15, 1808, Boston.]
CHARLOTTE AT THE TOMB OF WERTER.
With sorrow of heart I draw near,
The tomb where my Werter's at rest,
Soft pity oh, give me a tear
I will lighten the woes of my breast.
Sleep on thou dear shade, rest in peace,
Undisturbed by the woes of my breast,
For sure the soft slumber would cease
If with grief you know me opprest.