Lydia Huntley Sigourney Poems

Ye shall say they all have passed away,
That noble race and brave,
That their light canoes have vanish'd
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I must not tease my mother,
For she is very kind;
And everything she says to me
I must directly mind;
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Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow,
And dash'd it out. There was a tint of rose
On cheek and lip;--he touch'd the veins with ice,
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Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green
For the gorgeous grab of an Indian queen?
With the timbered brown, and the crimson stain,
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LADY Flora gave cards for a party at tea,
To flowers, buds, and blossoms of every degree;
So from town and from country they throng'd at the call,
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When was the redman's summer?
When the rose
Hung its first banner out? When the gray rock,
Or the brown heath, the radiant kalmia clothed?
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ABOVE them spread a stranger sky
Around, the sterile plain,
The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh,
Beyond,--the wrathful main:
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Had I an artist's pencil, I might sketch
Her as she was, in her young matronhood
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There came a merry voice
Forth from those lips of ro ...
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ST. STEPHEN'S cloistered hall was proud
In learning's pomp that day,
For there a robed and stately crowd
Pressed on in long array.
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