Stay near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in Thee,
Historian of my Infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay Creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My Father's Family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My Sister Emmeline and I
Together chaced the Butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:--with leaps and springs
I follow'd on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
Design, coding, and editing: Copyright © 1997 by James M. Garrett. All rights reserved.