Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom
Should keep them lingering by my tomb.

These to their softened hearts should bear
The thought of what has been,
And speak of one who cannot share
The gladness of the scene;

Whose part, in all the pomp that fills
The circuit of the summer hills,

Is that his grave is green;

And deeply would their hearts rejoice
To hear again his living voice.

Great Barrington, 1825.

"Atlantic Souvenir," 1826.

LE PERIOD:

D. 1844.

HE AFRICAN CHIEF.

MINED in the market-place he stood,

A man of giant frame,

id the gathering multitude

That shrunk to hear his name

All stern of look and strong of limb,

His dark eye on the ground:

And silently they gazed on him,

As on a lion bound.

Vainly, but well that chief had fought,
He was a captive now,

Yet pride, that fortune humbles not,
Was written on his brow.

The scars his dark broad bosom wore
Showed warrior true and brave;
A prince among his tribe before,
He could not be a slave.

Then to his conqueror he spake: "My brother is a king;