Ann Eliza Bleecker

“There give thy griefs full vent to flow O'er the unconscious dead, With no spectator to thy woeBut my attendant shade.”

“How shall I leave thee, oh! my love, And blooming progeny? If I without thee mount above,'Twill be no heav'n to me.”

“Tell me thou all pervading mind, When I this life forsake, Must ev'ry tender tie unbind,Each sweet connection break?”

“Though such the darkness of my soul, Not such the calmness there; But waves of guilt tumultuous roll'Midst billows of despair.”

“Come Grief, and sing a solemn dirge Beneath this midnight shade; From central darkness now emerge,And tread the lonely glade.”