THE OHIO.

WRITTEN FOR THE ADVOCATE
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Oh yes, am changed from the days when

 tine bloom Of my heart and my check had not faded, When my eye had not waned, and tue

 darkness and gloom Ny heart and my hopes had not shaded: But believe me, Dear Girl not feeling

 has changed, Which cherished for thee ere we parted; Not thrill Of my love hath the cold world

 esiranged And thy smile again makes me warm

 hearted. The flower transplanted to cavernous

 night, From the home where its crimson buds

 hourished, Grows pale, for the want of the dew and

 the light, With which it's young heart had been nour-

 ished; But brought up again to the light Of the

 Skies, Ii doth all it's brillianee recover: So thou Dearest Girl! with the light oi

 thine eyes, Shalt bless the torn heart of thy lover