Catharine Breese Livingston 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.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,rose
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