. "Little Meg and I", and other poems. HE wind wails mournfully through thetrees,Singing its sad song, soft and low,And the rank grass waves, stirred by the- a grave forgotten long vines creep over a tablet old. And neath them, on the musty stone,Almost covered with moss and the single word, Unknown. A shaft of polished marble stands Where our only brother sleeps,And flowers are strewn, with lavish hands, While a sister oer him knows but he was loved as well, On whose mound no flower is fought, and for his country fell, And whose grave is marked,
. "Little Meg and I", and other poems. HE wind wails mournfully through thetrees,Singing its sad song, soft and low,And the rank grass waves, stirred by the- a grave forgotten long vines creep over a tablet old. And neath them, on the musty stone,Almost covered with moss and the single word, Unknown. A shaft of polished marble stands Where our only brother sleeps,And flowers are strewn, with lavish hands, While a sister oer him knows but he was loved as well, On whose mound no flower is fought, and for his country fell, And whose grave is marked, Unknown. 64 DA VYS PROMISE. DAVYS RUDGING along at early dawnOf a bleak December morn,Twas that on which the old year dies, And before the new is born,Came a puny lad, with hair of gold,And shivering frame, from the bitter cold;With shoeless feet, and box on back, The switchman heard him say:I wont give up, for theres the track,And I said Id come on New Years Day. All aboard! the train moves off, With its load of human freight,A moment more and the little lad With his box would be too on the platform, with firm the shivering frame, with the hair of gold; DAVYS PROMISE. 65 Come, come, my lad, I want your fare, Ive no money, sir, to pay ;I can walk no more, and I 7nust be there, For I said Id come on New Years Bay. You must be there, whats that to me, Ive heard those tales before,I want my fare, its very cold. Come in and shut the do you wish to go, my lad?Youve got no money, well, thats too bad.* I want to go to Dover Creek, And thats so far away;Why, I couldnt walk it in a week. And I m
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