Of rejoicing or murmur from thee.

I’ve a look that ne’er has been given,

Which can only be given to thee;

I’ve a word that has never been spoken,

But yet can be spoken so free.

Yes, a token of gratitude ever

Shall dwell on my lips for thee;

I’ve a tear that has never yet glistened,

That some day may trickle for thee.

In the bleak and changeable climate of Massachusetts, in the city and vicinity of Boston, for instance, there reside many families whose ancestors were born in a more genial clime. Therefore, it is not natural that they, themselves, should be able to endure exposures to hard fare, even had they been early accustomed to it in a warm, native clime.