First Lines of Lydia Howard Sigourney
A rose was gather'd from the bower,Again o'er time's receding track,
Come near, my little ones,the Mother said,From her father's home, in her beauty's bloomHe languished by the wayside, and fell downHow still and fair!I saw the wrinkled and care-written browsIt held a heather in its hand,O beauty! from a mother's armsOh mother! if that cherished form,Oh! solemn passing bellScarce on her cherish'd flowersThe wife from whom the heart of loveThe world is poorer when just souls depart,Twin rose-buds crush'd! How sad to seeUp to the Spirit-land! the unfinish'd songWe've sown a precious seed,Where are they, who by our side