Thirty Poems/Song—These Prairies Glow with Flowers

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"These Praires Glow with Flowers."

These prairies glow with flowers,
 These groves are tall and fair,
The sweet lay of the mocking bird
 Rings in the morning air;
And yet I pine to see
 My native hill once more,
And hear the sparrow's friendly chirp:
Beside its cottage door.

And he, for whom I left
 My native hill and brook,
Alas, I sometimes think I trace
 A coldness in his look.
 ​If I have lost his love
 I know my heart will break;
And haply, they I left for him
 Will sorrow for my sake.

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