From the Georgia Crusader.
Dy Mrs. M. W. MacKELTONelton.
‘ Gone forever — this dismal wold
Shudders and shrieks in the hemlock tree,
And the rain kept sobbing without the door,
Gone forever ah! woe is me!
Gone forever — my love, my bride--
Healthful head with golden hair,
And the soft, sweet blue of the aiming eyes,
Smiling over my son's despair
Darling, under the aspen trees,
Oh! it was Heaven! your words were low,
And the warm lips quivered when pressed to mine--
Darling, why did you tremble so?
Gone forever — aye, scatter gems
Over the wave of her rippling hair,
For the prioelen jewels of faith and love
November shall the young brits wear.
She shall its in his ha'ls so lone,
Counting the hours as the years creep by
And the ice shall gather above her health
Darling, oh! it were best to die!
Gone forever — my love, my brides--
Over the pass hand, love's sweet spell;
In the laters future, for thee and me,
No hope have blossom! sweet love, farewell!
’ Holly springs, Miss.