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. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston
2. Acknowledgement
3. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy
4. The Vine & Oak
5. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address

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