This text was obtained via automated optical character recognition.
It has not been edited and may therefore contain several errors.

---

Then I walked, on back, the old wagon trail To my present, world again.
To Our Old Red Barn and my boys?
TO OSSIAN HALL ^
Dear Ossian Hall, your grandeur
Did to my mind recall
The happy days, of yesteryear
That to my heart are ever dear
The Mississippi flowing by
The willows as they sway and sigh
The darkies' song, when day is through
The honeysuckle wet with dew
The mocking birds' sweet serenade
?Tis sad such thoughts, like these must fade
Dear Ossian Hall, my thanks to thee
For bringing back this memory.
?This poem is dedicated, to ?Ossian Hall? the beautiful Mansion destroyed by fire a few years after I wrote this Poem after attending a beautiful tea in the ante-bellum home-