And see by turns, the tear, the smile;
Yet, even now, ’tis bliss to me,
That I one day that land shall see,
And joyful wing my eager flight
To that sweet country—out of sight.
Charleston, January 19, 1841.
TO A MOTHER, ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER.
Mother! I’ve news for thee from Heaven!
Thy daughter boweth near the throne!
O, canst thou not for her rejoice,