Poem by Henry Livingston

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. Brother Beekman
2. To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck
3. Catharine Livingston
4. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy
5. Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight

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