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A SCATTERED HOUSEHOLD. 181
And one lay calmly down to die
Beneath the cocoa bough; No kindred voice, no hand was nigh,
To soothe his burning brow.
One in the valley of the West
Adorn'd an humble lot— A happy home for child and guest,
A peaceful, rural spot.
She sleeps amid the forest glades, . Where the wrong'd Indians roam; Far from her childhood's rural shades, Far from her early home.
Another, and the last one, fell .
Beneath a southern sky; Where soft, melodious murmurs swell,
And softer winds sweep by.
A scatter'd household! who, that saw Them mingle round one hearth,
Deem'd that this day would find them thus All scatter'd o'er the earth !
But thus it is—Ah! ever thus
Is our allotment strange ; And happy would it be for us,
Had earth no sadder change!