From the Massachusetts, Cararact.
TO MY BROTHER IN WISCONSIN.
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We think Of thee, my brother, now,


While thou ar, far away,
At morn, at noon we think Of thee,
i And at the close of day,
For youths wild dreams have tempted thee
Away from friends and home,
From our BELOVED New England hills
In western wilds to roam.
When brother dost thou think of us?--
Attwilghts balmy hour p
Do thoughts Of home come o'er thee then
With resistless power2
trust that is even so - Aa t"a
1t would be. thus with me,
If forget at other times,
! then should think of thee.
Thou wishest could roam with thee
Beneath those forest trees,
And with thee view those western birds,
And list their harmonies.
Those trees may be majestic, but a i
To me could mol be dear,
As groves, we loved in childhood, and


ne CiiH uSco SPiCduiIS here.
I do not doubt those western birds wr
Are beautiful as ours,-- "
Perhaps they sing as sweetly too


Amid the wild wood bowers v.
But brother tell me truly now,


Would'st thou not rather hear . VI.
Our bobolink and whippoorwill,


And robins notes so clear2
Oh! thou hast spoke glowingly
l OF brilliant prairie flowers 1 H'
Are they as bright as these that bloom
In that plot Of ours
No,-these beside our sisters grave,


| know are dearer far .....
To thee, than all those gorgeous ones
On western prairies are.


r. c. T.