“When I am hid in yonder grave!
“Not one! to dress with flow’rs the stone;—
“Then—surely, I am left alone!”
The MISTLETOE.
A CHRISTMAS TALE.
A Farmer’s Wife, both young and gay,
And fresh as op’ning buds of May;
Had taken to herself, a Spouse,
And plighted many solemn vows,
That she a faithful mate would prove,
In meekness, duty, and in love!