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.