To Thee, whose cheering words have urged me on When fainting heart advised me to stay My halting pen, and leave my task undone: To Thee, I humbly dedicate this lay....
Silent yet fiercely the battle is raging; Blood is not flowing, but poison is spread; Freedom and slavery madly are waging A war that will last till its cause shall be dead. ...
Well, Douglas, I'm sorry you've got to be homing, Though I grant it's unwise to continue your roaming, But the evening's to spare ere you drop me astern,...