_By Mrs. D. P. Brown._
Another year has wing'd its flight,
And left us where it found us,
In health, affection, and delight,
With every charm around us.
The overseeing Eye of Heaven
Has guided, guarded, cheer'd us,
Its bounteous hand has freely given,
Its bounteous love endeared us.
Time shall roll on, and still each year
Enhance our mutual pleasure,--
Tho' fortune frown on our career
The _heart_ shall be our treasure:
And when at last stern Fate's decree
Our kindred souls shall sever,
In regions of eternity
They'll join in joy forever.
_Philadelphia._
For the Southern Literary Messenger.