Clarksville Chronicle

MY HEART IS WITH THEE.
When the breeze with a whisper
Steals soft through the grove,
A sweet caress linger
Of music and love,
When its gentle caressing
Away charm each sigh,
And mild dews, like blessings,
Descend from the sky;
When a deep spell is lying
On hill, vale, and lea,
My warm heart is flying
Its sweet spirit, to thee.
When star like sky-blossoms
Above seem to blow,
And waves like young
bosoms
Are swelling below;
When the voice of the river
Floats mournfully past,,
And the forest's low shiver
-Is borne on the blast,
When wild tones are swelling
From earth, air, and sea
My warm heart is dwelling
Sweet spirit, with thee.
When the night clouds are tiding
Like ghosts on the gale,
'And the round moon is gliding
Sweet, lonely, and pale,
When the ocean is sobbing
In ceaseless unrest,
And its great heart is throbbing
All wild in its breast.
When the strong wind is wrestling
With billow and tree.
My warm heart is nestling,
Sweet spirit, to thee.
When in slumber thy fancies
In loveliness gleam,
And a thousand romances
Are bright in thy dream,
When visions of brightness
Like young angels start
In beautiful lightness
All wild from thy heart,
When thy calm sleep is giving
Thy dream-wings to thee
Oh. say, art thou living,
Sweet spirit, with me?