By day o’er thy waters
The sun beameth bright,
And stars ever twinkle
Above thee by night.
And never complaining
Thou flowest along
’Mid nature’s wide province
With laughter and song:
Content with thy mission
In nature’s great plan;
And such is thy lesson
Thou teachest to man.
A LITTLE GRAVE.
Sweetly sing, ye little songsters;
Smile, ye happy skies;
Softly blow, ye wanton breezes—
Here an infant lies!
Brightly bloom, ye tinted flowers,
Wafting sweet perfume;
Gently fall, ye summer showers,
On this little tomb.