THE STRANGER'S GRAVE.
ET flowers of Hope around her bloom, The green grass gently o'er her wave,The south wind blow, the river flow In soothing accents round her grave.Ye sorrowing friends!—no longer weep, Nor let the sad regretful tearDisturb her rest, for she is blest,— She breathed her life out sweetly here.
The white moon watches o'er her rest, The vestal stars beam bright above her;In forest shade, at Peace she's laid, Fallen leaves laid softly over.
