Poem by Henry Livingston

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.

1. Acknowledgement
2. Dialogue
3. On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year
4. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston
5. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston

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