ELIZA IN UNCLE TOM'S CABIN.
HER MARRIAGE.
I.
See! the moon is smilingDown her brightest beams,And the leaflets sleeping,Whisper in their dreams;Hear the merry music,And the darkies' lays,Hear the happy voicesJoining in the plays.
There in old Kentucky,On a summer's night,Stands a quadroon maiden,Clothed in robes of white;On her raven ringlets,Orange blossoms sleep,O'er her slender figure,Bridal vestments sweep.
There we see her mistress,Smiling now with pride,On her handsome fav'rite,Whom she sees a bride.There is much rejoicing