SONNET.
(To Dr. L. A. Martinet, editor of the New Orleans Crusader.)
O thou who never harbored fear.Who ever scorned her visage drear,Who loathes the name of cowardice,Whose banner bears the brave device,"For justice, I will give my life,Though I should perish in the strife!"—To thee, I sing my humble lay. Posterity will see the day,When thy exalted name shall standImmortalized by every land!Be thou our beacon over-head,Ay, lead us; blindly we will tread.Until our dark sky is serene,May thy unfailing light be seen.