ivneetforc --- --- 404.Agioer, 7 ' it "V, . 4 . 'CI. IP•Eft,; IB NO, 182 the nit Slorning Post. ISADORE H 7 ♦LIIKRT PIKE Thou art lost to mo foreven ,—I have lost thee Isadore; Thy head Will never rest upon my loyal bosom more. Thy tender eyes will never more gaze fondly into mine, Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly en twine: • Thea art lost to me forever, Isadore! Thou art dead and gone, dear, loving wife,—thy heart is still and cold,— And I at one stride have become most comfortless and old. Of our . whole world of love and song, thou wart the only light, A star, whose setting left behind, uh! me, how dark a night! Thou ett lost to me forever, Isacioro The vines and Rowers we planted, love, I tend with _ anxious care, And yet they droop and fade away, as the' they wanted air; They cannot live without thine eyes, to glad them with their light, Since thy hands ceased to train them, love, they can not grow aright. Thou art lost to them rorover, Isalore. Our little ones inquire or me, where is their mother gone.— What answer can I mike to them, ese