Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)

To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck

To his charming black-eyed niece
Uncle Harry wishest peace!
Wishes roses over strow’d
O’er her sublunary road!

No rude winds around her howl,
O’er her head no tempests scowl;
No red lightnings flash around,
No loud thunders rock the ground!

Bright has been her morning sun,
Brighter still be that to come!
All a blue serene above,
Within, all innocence and love.

1. Brother Beekman
2. Catharine Livingston
3. Hiding Place
4. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address
5. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston

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