The home of freemen thou shalt be,
Where patriot footsteps love to stray,
And to thy soil their homage pay,
Where Virtue, with her heavenly ray,
Doth shine in sweetest purity.
And, when Time comes to end my days,
Chant in my ear some old refrain
Of patriot song; the Parting pain
Will cease; then say: "In humble strain
He sang for Kansas her.sweet praise."
__From "The Song of Kansas."
SHE, weeping, dropped a tear, and when it fell
A poet caught the little pearly sphere
And questioned it; and his enraptured ear
Caught up the things which it began to tell.
He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell
O'er a departed hope; the cry of fear;
The wail of anguish, and soft sighings dear,
Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell.
And there he saw, ensphered, a mother's heart,
Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave,
And love amid the trophies of his dart,
With every throb of passion that it gave.
All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here
Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.