 | American poems, selected and original |  |
Life ebbs apace—she lifts her languid head,
She strives her hand to wave,
Confess'd to all, the beauteous Ella said—
“Thanks, thanks companions brave.”
She strives her hand to wave,
Confess'd to all, the beauteous Ella said—
“Thanks, thanks companions brave.”
| American poems, selected and original | |