Oh! darkies, how my heart is yearning, Once to see that grave again; Memory backward quickly turning, Frees my breast from present pain. But those days have gone forever-- Lost beneath life’s angry wave; I weep no more; my heart is buried With my Lillie in her grave. _Chorus._--Oh, Lillie! &c. ’Twas last eve I saw her beckon, Far up in the azure sky, Bidding me to quickly hasten To her new-found home on high. Then, darkies, take me quickly, take me Where the tall bananas wave; For my heart will cease its sighing Near my Lillie’s lonely grave. _Chorus._--Oh, Lillie! &c. We Miss Thee at Home. 29 We miss thee at home, yes, we miss thee Since the hour we bade thee adieu; And prayers have encircled thy pathway, From anxious hearts loving and true, That the Saviour would guide and protect thee, As far from the loved ones you roam, And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d, “They miss thee, all miss thee at home.” When morning awakes us from slumber, We catch from the lips the first kiss, And fold in a wandering zephyr, To be wafted to him whom we miss; And when we have join’d the “home circle,” And replaced the still vacant chair, In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop, For him we were wont to see there. The shadows of evening are falling-- Oh, where is the wanderer now? The breeze that floats lightly around me, Perchance may soon visit his brow; Oh, bear on thy bosom a message, We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam? The heart has grown sad and dejected, For we miss thee, all miss thee at home. The Indian Hunter. 30 Let me go to my home in the far distant West, To the scenes of my youth, that I like the best; Where the tall cedars are, and the bright waters flow, Where my parents will greet me--white man, let me go. Let me go to the spot where the cataract plays, Where oft I have sported in my boyish days; There is my poor mother, whose heart will o’erflow At the sight of her child--oh, there let me go. Let me go to the hills and the valleys so fair, Where oft I have breathed my own mountain air; And there through the forest, with quiver and bow, I have chased the wild deer--oh, there let me go.