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BURIAL OF AN EMIGRANT'S CHILD IN THE FORESTS.
Scene.—The banks of a solitary river in an American Forest. A tent under pine-trees in the foreground. Agnes sitting before the tent with a child in her arms, apparently sleeping.
Agnes. Surely 'tis all a dream—a fever-dream!
The desolation and the agony—
The strange red sunrise—and the gloomy woods,
So terrible with their dark giant boughs,
And the broad lonely river! all a dream!
And my boy's voice will wake me, with its clear,
Wild, singing tones, as they were wont to come,
Through the wreath'd sweet-brier at my lattice panes,
In happy, happy England! Speak to me!
Speak to thy mother, bright one! she hath watch'd
