THE LOST ONE.
The day was unclonded, the sky was serene,
And a gentle breeze fann’d the trees lightly,
As I stood on the beach, where oft I had been,
To take leave of the sun setting brightly.
A gallant-trimm’d ship, with a brave-hearted crew
TV as awaiting the hour of departing,
On masthead the pennon was streaming in view,
Wel-known sign that erelong she’d be starting.
Eull many a young heart was bleeding that day,
As a long and last farewel was utter’d,
And many a lov’d maiden did weep and did pray,
As a touching : »God speed thee!” she mutter’d.
Eut ons maiden I mark’d, from whose soft eyes of blue
Eain’d down, the graat flood of her sorrow,
As she bade her dear mother a tender adieu,
And then thought of her lonely to-morrow.