Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)

Catharine Breese Livingston

  Tombstone

I fondly nursed an opening rose,
And view'd its beauties every day;
But ah! a withering storm arose
And swept my lovely flower away. 

1. To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck
2. To My Little Niece Sally Livingston
3. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston
4. Acknowledgement
5. Brother Beekman

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