AY near me—-do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find I 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
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I
Upon the prey:—-with leaps and springI followed on from brake to bush;
But she,
God love her, feared to
The dust from off its wings.
