Born in Ohio in 1819.
HEARD the bob-white whistle in the dewy breath of morn;
The bloom was on the alder and the tassel on the corn.
I stood with beating heart beside the babbling Mac-o-chee,
To see my love come down the glen to keep her tryst with me.
I saw her pace, with quiet grace, the shaded path along,
And pause to pluck a flower or hear the thrush’s song.
Denied by her proud father as a suitor to be seen,
She came to me, with loving trust, my gracious little queen.