Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

(January 12, 1829 – September 20, 1879 / Canada)

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon Poems

41. The River Saguenay 4/20/2010
42. The Boy’s Appeal 4/20/2010
43. Sister M. B.’s Arrival In Montreal , 1654. 4/20/2010
44. The Hunter And His Dying Steed 4/20/2010
45. The Stable Of Bethlehem 4/20/2010
46. The Wreath Of Forest Flowers 4/20/2010
47. The Ten Lepers 4/20/2010
48. The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel 4/20/2010
49. Winter In Canada 4/20/2010
50. To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child 4/20/2010
51. Nature’s Music 4/20/2010
52. The Maple Tree 4/20/2010
53. Flowers And Stars 4/20/2010
54. On The Death Of The Same Revered Nun... 4/20/2010
55. Husband And Wife 4/20/2010
56. Mystical Rose, Pray For Us! 4/20/2010
57. On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere 4/20/2010
58. My Thoughts To-Night 4/20/2010
59. Red Rock Camp 4/20/2010
60. Rich And Poor 4/20/2010
61. Sea-Shore Musings 4/20/2010
62. Our Canadian Woods In Early Autumn 4/20/2010
63. Our Mountain Cemetery 4/20/2010
64. The Final Reckoning 4/20/2010
65. Harvests 4/20/2010
66. Hon. James B. Clay 4/20/2010
67. Our Saviour’s Boyhood 4/20/2010
68. Alain’s Choice 4/20/2010
69. The Vesper Hour 4/20/2010
70. The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie 4/20/2010
71. In Memory Of The Late G. C. Of Montreal 4/20/2010
72. The Fall Of The Leaf 4/20/2010
73. The Four Wishes 4/20/2010
74. Bound For California 4/20/2010
75. Maude. 4/20/2010
76. Mater Christianorum, Ora Pro Nobis 4/20/2010
77. The Bride Of A Year 1/3/2003
78. Abraham’s Sacrifice 4/20/2010
79. St. Ignatius Loyola At The Chapel Of Our Lady Of Montserrat 4/20/2010
80. Ash-Wednesday 4/20/2010

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Best Poem of Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

To My Husband On Our Wedding-Day

I leave for thee, beloved one,
The home and friends of youth,
Trusting my hopes, my happiness,
Unto thy love and truth;
I leave for thee my girlhood's joys,
Its sunny, careless mirth,
To bear henceforth my share amid
The many cares of earth.

And yet, no wild regret I give
To all that now I leave,
The golden dreams, the flow'ry wreaths
That I no more may weave;
The future that before me lies
A dark and unknown sea --
Whate'er may be its storms or shoals,
I brave them all with thee!

I will not tell thee now of love

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A Child’s Treasures

Thou art home at last, my darling one,
Flushed and tired with thy play,
From morning dawn until setting sun
Hast thou been at sport away;
And thy steps are weary—hot thy brow,
Yet thine eyes with joy are bright,—
Ah! I read the riddle, show me now
The treasures thou graspest tight.

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