A friend is watching by the boy, now buried out of sight;
Where gently to the western winds the verdant branches wave,
There prostrate lies a faithful dog, beside a new made grave!
Charleston, June, 1841.
THE FADING ROSE BUD.
I had a lovely Rose bud,
Just opening beauteously,
I placed it on my bosom,
And fair it was to see;
My heart was proudly swelling,