Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept

Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept,--
Young mother! gentle daughter! cherish'd wife!
Deep in her memory France hath fondly kept
The records of thy unassuming life:
Oft shall the statue heroine bring to mind,--
As pale it gleams beneath the light of day,
In all the thoughtful grace by thee design'd,--
The worth and talent which have pass'd away!
Oft shall the old, who see thy child pass by,
Smiling and glad, despite his orphan'd lot,
Look on him with a blessing and a sigh;
As one who suffers loss, yet feels it not,
But lifting up his innocent eyes in prayer,
Vaguely imagines Heaven,-foretaught that thou art THERE!

1. Recollections
2. My Childhood's Home
3. Sonnet 11. Green avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
4. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
5. Sonnet 16. WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!

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