Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)
To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck
To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow’d O’er her sublunary road! No rude winds around her howl, O’er her head no tempests scowl; No red lightnings flash around, No loud thunders rock the ground! Bright has been her morning sun, Brighter still be that to come! All a blue serene above, Within, all innocence and love.
Henry Livingston’s other poems:
- To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston
- 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address
- Acknowledgement
- Dialogue
- The Procession
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