A wind-wail sweeps through Hope's halcyon lyre,
Like zephyr's music o'er summer's golden sea."
"Lines about Tecumseh," "To Mary," "I Would;" "Tears." We give below an extract, the poem being too extended for its one idea; the writer is capable of better things:—
"Tears my bleeding heart hath known,
Tears of sorrow sadly shed,
Tears I've mingled with thine own,
Tears while weeping for the dead.
Tears so brightly let them flow
Tears from eyes too freely given,
Tears that none but angels know,