Later, we convinced our fellow-passengers of our sanity, by expressing our grateful appreciation of their solicitude; how could they know?—and assurance of our complete recovery.
LOVE’S DESTINY.
Where the gray crag kisses the virgin sky,
And the fledgling eagles half-famished cry,
Where the sun’s kind glance warms the cloud to tears,
And the snow-bank clings to the earth for years;
Where the lichens starve and the sad winds mourn,
There, a host of cupids at eve were born.
They came tumbling out from their rocky nest,
Nor regretful wailed for the rugged breast;