Achsa White Sprague

Nov. 17, 1827 - Jul. 6, 1862



by Achsa White Sprague

See! Aurora's crimson beam
Wakes to lighten all the world:
See each tint in beauty gleam;
From his throne grim Night is hurled!

Now the sun with crown of light
Ushers in the glorious Day;
Clouds that hid the face of night,
Gleam like gold beneath his ray.

Thus may Knowledge ever be
Round our minds a halo bright;
Thus may we, delighted, see
Wisdom's rays disperse the night.

An early poem, composed during sickness.


The Poet And Other Poems.
Copyright 1864
Boston: William White And Co.,
158 Washington Street.
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