A Song.
An Ode on the Peace.
Edwin and Eltruda, a Legendary Tale.
A Hymn.
Paraphrases from Scripture.



AN
AMERICAN TALE.

"Ah! pity all the pangs I feel,
If pity e'er ye knew;--
An aged father's wounds to heal,
Thro' scenes of death I flew.

Perhaps my hast'ning steps are vain,
Perhaps the warrior dies!--
Yet let me sooth each parting pain--
Yet lead me where he lies."

Thus to the list'ning band she calls,
Nor fruitless her desire,
They lead her, panting, to the walls
That hold her captive sire.

"And is a daughter come to bless
These aged eyes once more?
Thy father's pains will now be less--
His pains will now be o'er!"