Imparts to us a saddened pleasure,
Surrounds our life with gentle haze;
Takes us through the faded flowers,
Crushed and scattered ’neath our tread;
Leads us through forsaken bowers,
Shows us nature withered—dead.
“Oaklawn,” Memphis, Tenn.
[GEO. FRANCIS TRAIN,]
THE WILD WIT OF THE DAY.