RUTH. When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; The slighted Child at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill In thoughtless freedom bold. And she had made a pipe of straw And from that oaten pipe could draw All sounds of winds and floods; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An Infant of the woods. There came a Youth from Georgia's shore, A military Casque he wore With splendid feathers drest; He brought them from the Cherokees; The feathers nodded in the breeze And made a gallant crest. From Indian blood you deem him sprung: Ah no! he spake the English tongue And bare a Soldier's name; And when America was free From battle and from jeopardy He cross the ocean came. With hues of genius on his cheek In finest tones the Youth could speak. -While he was yet a Boy The moon, the glory of the sun, And streams that murmur as they run Had been his dearest joy. He was a lovely Youth! I guess Was not so fair as he ; And when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea. Among the Indians he had fought, And with him many tales he brought Of pleasure and of fear, He told of Girls, a happy rout, Who quit their fold with dance and shout Their pleasant Indian Town To gather strawberries all day long, Returning with a choral song When day-light is gone down. He spake of plants divine and strange. With budding, fading, faded flowers He told of the Magnolia,+ spread Of *flowers that with one scarlet gleam To set the hills on fire. + Magnolia grandiflora. * The splendid appearance of these scarlet flowers, which are scattered with such profusion over the Hills in the Southern parts of North America is frequently mentioned by Bartram in his Travels. |