"To Miss Vic." by John Gunter Lipe
And tearfully, prayerfully wait.
O! who will unfasten the lock,
And open the beautiful gate?
Forever and ever and ever,
Must I linger and suffer alone?
Are there none that are able to sever,
The fetters that keep me from home?
My spirit is lonely and weary,
I long for the beautiful streets.
The world is so chilly and dreary.
And bleeding and torn are my feet.
--
Tahlequah, Cherokee Nation.
February 27th, 1861