Various, Notes and Queries, Vol. V, Number 118…
“ An American poet has the following beautiful lines: "'What is that, mother?' 'The swan, my love; He is floating down from his native grove, No lov'd one now, no nestling nigh:He is floating down by himself to die.Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.'"G. W. Doane. [7] [7] I am not sure whether this gentleman be the American Bishop of New Jersey, or a namesake only. ”
