Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems

Chivers, T. H. (1809-1858)

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DEDICATED TO MY PRECIOUS MOTHER,

THE VOICE OF THE EXILE

SONG OF ADORATION TO GOD.

SONG OF THE DYING SOLDIER.

TO INEZ DE GEORGIA,

SONG.

TO LITTLE LIZA IN HEAVEN.

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT.

BURIAL OF THE INDIAN CHILD.

[SONG. With my head upon thy breast]

THE HARPER.

[SONG. Come take all my jewels and lie down, my dove]

[SONG. Oh! come away, my gentle one]

[SONG. Blessed of heaven! thy home shall be]

TO MY MOTHER.

THE DYING POET TO HIS CHILD.

ODE TO THE MISSISSIPPI.

TO IRENE.

THE MOTHER CHIDING HER FIRST BORN.

[SONG. Tell him that days are past]

[SONG. Tell her she need not weep]

TO MY MOTHER.

HYMN TO DEATH.

TO MY SISTER,

[SONG. Though the rose of my Eden is blasted]

BREATHINGS OF THE SOUL.

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

SONG OF THE POET TO HIS HARP.

SONG OF THE MAIDS OF TEXAS.

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[SONG. Tell him that days are past]

Tell him that days are past,
Since first he met me here—
That time went rolling fast
Whenever he was near.

Tell him that when his eyes—
I'll love him better then—
Shall see me in the skies,
I'll never weep again!

Tell him that Luna leads
The same dear stars that shone
Upon our dew-lit meads,
When we were all alone!

Tell him that when my heart
Shall rock his head again,
That we no more shall part,
And he will love me then.

Tell him—thy wings are fleet—
The sands are running fast—
That as our first was sweet,
Shall be our very last.

Tell him—thy wings are fleet—
And, oh! his heart is true!
Tell him that we shall meet
Again—thank God!—Adieu!

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[SONG. Tell him that days are past]