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Lydia Huntley Sigourney (Лидия Сигурни)

Madam Whiting

Widow of the late SPENCER WHITING, Esq., died at Hartford, April, 1859, aged 88.

Life's work well done, how beautiful to rest.
Aye, lift your little ones to see her face,
So calmly smiling in its coffin-bed!
There is no wrinkle there,--no rigid gloom
To make them turn their tender glance away;
And when they say their simple prayer at night
With folded hands,--instruct their innocent lips
Meekly to say: "Our Father! may we live,
And die like her."
                    Her more than fourscore years
Chill'd not in her the genial flow of thought
Or energy of deed. The earnest power
To advance home-happiness, the kindly warmth
Of social intercourse, the sweet response
Of filial love, rejoicing in her joy,
And reverencing her saintly piety,
Were with her, unimpair'd, until the end.
A course like this, predicted close serene,
And so it was.
                    There came no cloud to dim
Her spirit's light, when at a beckoning brief
She heavenward went.
                    Miss'd is she here, and mourn'd;
From hall, from hearthstone, and from household board,
A beauty and a dignity have fled,--
And the heart's tears as freely flowed for her,
As for the loved ones, in their prime of days.
Age justly held in honor, hath a charm
Peculiarly its own, a symmetry
Of nearness to the skies.
                    And these were hers,
Whose life was duty, and whose death was peace.

Lydia Huntley Sigourney's other poems:
  1. Mrs. Charles N. Cadwallader
  2. Rev. Dr. F. W. Hatch
  3. Mrs. Mary Mildenstein Robertson
  4. Garafilia Mohalby
  5. Miss Alice Beckwith

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