For the Columbian Fountain.
THE INEBRIATE'S DAUGHTER.
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For the Columbian Fountain.


THE INEBRIATE'S DAUGHTER.
I enter'd in graveyard, there to muse
Among the dead, and presumed that
Was there alone. But when enter'd there
| saw child, fair haired girl: she looked
As though the sixteenth summer had not she'
! It's fragrance round her. There, upon cold
Unsodded grave she sat. Her head was hung
And resting on her hands her hair hung dowr
In broken ringlets DER her snow white neck.
She heard not my approaching footsteps SOUND
Until came quite near her. Ere she knew
Innuding feet were nigh, l heard, amid
Her broken sobs, some words that told me sh.
Was sad. Thus addressed her:
I"Why sit'st thou on this damp grave weeping
Why heav'st thy bosom with perpetual sighsf
Art thou watch o'er some one keeping2
Or fnd'st thou rest in emptying fearful eyes,
Why is gloomy cast thy brow pervading2
Is sadness sweet, or welcomed to thy breast!
Or, art thou here in solitude persuading
Death to come, and sink thee here to rest2
Hast thou no kindred here to share thy anguish?
Are all hearts brass, or lost to human pain2
No mother, sister, to behold thee languish,
And to weep with thee-nor weep in vain?
She rais'd her head. Her eyes were red
With weeping, and her voice was tremulous
She rais'd her hand and pointed to grave
Fresh dug, and said, "Ihere lays my mother


Yes,


My mothers there-ny mothers in that graye''
She knelt beside the tomb, and look'd as though
She wish'd to catch murmer from the grave
In which her mother slept: she wet it with
Her tears, then rose and said -
"My father brought my mother to this tomb
He broke her heart with speakless grief:
My father is dyunkard, and our home
He spoil'd by rum-mother's found relief
In Death
o! remember well the happy days


When father did not drink. How sweet
He smiled ! and mother sang her lays


OF happiness they did each other greet


In Love.
Twas then ! had home-a happy home,
With father, mother, sister, by my side.
Not so now: Pm homeless now roam
A mourner, motherless sigh


For Death.


DJALMA, JR.