ΤΟ MRS. ΑΝΝ STEELE, OF KENTUCKY. ANGEL of my saddest hours, All of joyance, glee and pleasance, Ever in my heart's lone sadness, When death watched-the spectre gaunt Came thine angel form of gladness, And 'round thee night grew radiant! Then I almost seemed to listen To the voice of one above- Wings seemed on thee, which did glisten In the hallowed light of love. As in May, the breezes warming, Angel of my saddest hours, Like the Autumn birds which stay In the dropping leafy bowers, When the Summer fleets away, Gladdening with their songs the gayest, All the thick embrownéd wood, And amid eve's shadows greyest, Lighting up its solitude. Thou, like music heard in sorrow, Solace for the world below; 174 то Ꮇ Ꭱ Ꮪ . ANN STEELE. Wooing from grief's mournful folly, Dearest angel! thou hast lighted Rays from thy gold pinions shine, Where the North Light paints the snows, I see the rainbows o'er me hover, And forget all former woes. COLUMBIA, THE QUEEN OF THE WEST. A SONG. HAIL! hail to the land of Liberty's birth, On each hand giant oceans are sleeping, Her yeomen defend their homes on the shore, And battle may rage, or tempest may roar, 176 COLUMBIA, THE QUEEN OF THE WEST. And the heart that the tyrant is crushing, From Maine's snowy hills with cloud kissing pines, To Florida's blossom-clad glades, To the new realm of Gold with its glittering mines, Not a knee of a mortal there bendeth Then hail! to young Freedom, who rides on the storm, In the high blue of heaven we see her fair form, And we shout, with our voices in chorus, While the spirit of Washington o'er us |