Written as a tribute to the memory of the Hon. Warren R. Davis;
suggested by his inimitable verses to "Johnston's Wife of Louisiana."
_Air_--"Roy's Wife."
He's gone to join his sainted "Anna,"
He's gone to join his sainted "Anna."
Extinguished is the brightest beam,
That lighted up the "gay savannah."
The wit--the poet--patriot--sleeps!
But long his country's brilliant story,
Will glitter through the tear she weeps,
O'er one so blended with her glory.
He's gone, &c.
The "Inca's" radiant mantle fell,
Its splendor round his form revealing;--
His glowing heart proclaimed the spell,
And overflowed with generous feeling.
He's gone, &c.
When flushed with hope and manhood's prime,
One form controlled his heart's emotion;--
Love triumphed o'er the power of time,
And sanctified his last devotion.
He's gone, &c.
His harp is broken--hushed the breath
Which won the free and chained the wise;
But "Time shall hurl a dart at Death,"
Before another DAVIS dies.
He's gone, &c.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.