Oh, carol, carol, early thrush,
A song
Where Oktahutchee's waters rush
Along!
In dewy bowers perched to greet
The dawn,
Sing on, O songster ever sweet,
Sing on!

And, list'ning to thy ecstacy,
Oh, let me fancy that I hear,
An echo of that voice so dear,
Thrown on the morning air by thee!

An echo of the voice
Of McIntosh, my friend
And Indian brother, true,
So true unto the end.

Carol, carol, sing
O bird of melody;
Say as sweet a thing
Of him as he of thee!
Blossom, blossom, swing
Thy flowers lovingly,
Sweet wild rose of spring,
Here where his ashes lie!

As one by one the cold days pass,
And Life and Love come on a-wing
In early sens'ous days of spring,
Creep gently hither, modest grass,
Concealing every ugly cleft,
And cover up the wreck that's left
By winter rude and pitiless!
O April beauty, then, come too,
In snow-white bonnet, sister true
Of charity and tenderness!
Ye oaks that spread broad branches at the Wind's behest,
Be thou his monument, the watchers o'er his rest!

Oh, carol, carol, early thrush,
A Song
Where Oktahutchee's waters rush
Along!
In dewy bowers perched to greet
The dawn,
Sing on, O songster ever sweet,
Sing on!

And, list'ning to thy ecstacy,
Oh, let me fancy that I hear,
An echo of that voice so dear,
Thrown on the morning air by thee!

An echo of the voice
Of McIntosh, my friend
And Indian brother, true,
So true unto the end.

Carol, carol, sing
O bird of melody;
Say as sweet a thing
Of him as he of thee!

Blossom, blossom, swing
Thy flowers lovingly,
Sweet wild rose of spring,
Here where his ashes lie!

As one by one the cold days pass,
And Life and Love come on a-wing
In early sens'ous days of spring,
Creep gently hither, modest grass,
Concealing every ugly cleft,
And cover up the wreck that's left
By winter rude and pitiless!
O April beauty, then, come too,
In snow-white bonnet, sister true
Of charity and tenderness!
Ye oaks that spread broad branches at the
Wind's behest,
Be thou his monument, the watchers o'er his rest!