MY FATHER'S GRAVE.

My father's grave, I heard her say,

And marked a stealing tear;

Oh, no! I would not go away,

My father's grave is here!

A thousand thronging sympathies

The lonely spot endear,

And every eve remembrance sighs,

My father's grave is here!

Some sudden tears unbidden start,

As spring's gay birds I hear,

For all things whisper to my heart,

My father's grave is here!

Young hope may blend each colour gay,

And fairer views appear;

But, no! I will not go away,

My father's grave is here!