The Ohio Democrat

Hue and Cry after a Lost Damsel.

Halloo! a lovely truant maid is missing from her home,
We watch for her from day to day, and yet she will not come,
'Tis fit we should through all the earth, our grievious loss pro-
claim,
And publish to remotest lands the truant damsel's name.

Halloo! we must describe the garb in which she was arrayed,
When last she bless'd our longing eyes, that young and bloom-
ing maid,
Her robe was of the radient glow to which the clouds give
birth,
When gentle showers have fertilized the freshly verdant earth,
The sunbeams wreathed around her brow a diadem so bright,
That nature wore a dewy veil to spare the gazer's sight,
Where'er she passed, beneath her feet a thousand flowrets
sprang.
And at her voice responsively the birds their matin sang;
The wood dove cooed her plaintive note, the whispering waters
play'd,
The balmy air breathed cheerily, the winter winds were
stay'd—
Halloo! for Nature's favor'd child how will she bear the shock.
The missing of this lovely maid, the youngest of the flock.
The mother's smiles are quenched in tears, all pale and wan
she grieves;
No teeming blossoms deck her brow, half hid in sheltering
leaves;
Her beauteous hands no boon dispense of perfume breathing
flowers:
A pallid snow-drop, here and there. in sickly beauty cowers—
Halloo! the maid perchance has slept, she cannot leave our
land.
We pine without the blessed gift she scatters from her hand;
No promised plenty clothes the earth—the husbandman com
plains—
His scattered seeds are blasted by the chilly dews and rains.
Where'er we cast our anxious eyes, the earth is brown and
bare;
Nor have we felt, through tedious weeks, the balmy, vernal
air.
Halloo! yet stay, we shall not miss that truant maiden long,
Bright Summer comes to fill her place—she comes with mirth
and song:
Yet never can our hearts consent—Oh! no, we cannot bring
Our constant hearts to yield for aye that blessed creature
SPRING.