By W. Dexter Smith, Jr.
November 2, 1864. Vol. 1 No. 5. Page 1
I’ve ladies met, --extremely fair,--
With soft blue eyes and golden hair,
And those with orbs like raven’s wing
That kept my poor heart fluttering;
I’ve met girls with such charming ways
They claimed my thought, for days and days;
Yet none of them can cope with her—
The dark-eyed girl of Dorchester!
I’ve seen sweet smiles that seemed to beam
Like sunshine o’er life’s troubled stream;
I’ve heard such voices that I thought
By unseen fairies they were brought;
Such songs as moved my inmost heart,
And life and pleasure did impart;
Yet I must yield the palm to her—
The charming maid of Dorchester.
While roses bud, and bloom and fade,
And life shall mingle light and shade,--
While through the measure of life’s years
Alternate joys, and hopes, and fears;
Till life’s brief vision shall be o’er,
And I shall stand on death’s cold shore,
I’ve promised to be true to her—
The lass I met at Dorchester!