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Title: Illustrated poems
Year: 1860 (1860s)
Authors: Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865 Darley, Felix Octavius Carr, 1822-1888, illus
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Publisher: Philadelphia, Lindsay & Blakiston
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ling mound. 380 MUTATIONS. I saw a gentle maid with beauty blessd,In youth resplendent, and by love caressd;Her clustering hair in sunny ringlets glowd,Her red lips moved, and thrilling music flowd.Again I came—her parents halls were lone.And oer her turf-bed rose the weepers moan. Oh boasted joys of earth ! how swift ye fly,Rent from the heart or hidden from the eye;So through the web the weavers shuttle glides.So speeds the vessel oer the billowy tides.So cleaves the bird the liquid fields of light.And leaves no furrow of its trackless flight. Dust tends to dust, with ashes ashes blend;Yet when the grave engulfs the buried friend,A few brief sighs may mark its yawning brink,A.few salt tears the broken clods may drink,A few sad hearts with bursting anguish bleed.And pay that tribute which they soon must need. They soon must need! But lifes returning caresSweep ofi* the precious fruit that sorrow bears;The mourner drops his sable, and aspiresTo light anew ambitions smotherd fires, I
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I saw a gentle maid-with, beauty Me ssd,111 youth, resplendent, and Ly love caiessd, MUTATIONS 381 Bathe his worn brow with labours wasting dew,And, sleepless, toil for heirs he knows not who. Thus He who marks us in our vain career,In wisdom darkens what we hold most dear;Shreds from our vine the bowering leaves away,And breaks its tendrils from their grovelling stay.That the rich clusters, lifted to the sky,May surer ripen for a world on high. OUR COUNTRY. Land of broad rivers and of ocean-lakes,Sky-kissing cliffs and prairies prankd with flowers,That, seated on thy mountain-throne, dost hearThe Atlantic and Pacifics mighty surgeBattling against thy coast, and throw to eachThy snow-white sails, that visit every climeAnd kindred under heaven,—fair land ! free land !How glorious art thou. Mid thy cultured valesThe sturdy reapers sing, garnering the cornThat feedeth other realms besides their own.—Toil lifts his brawny arm, and takes the wealthThat makes his children princes; Learn

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