Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By The NunG. Wallingford Clarke
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Of earthly pride, or passion. O’er her brow
Angelic, as she breathes the solemn vow,
A bright expression spreads. Her rich, soft hair,
Falls—like the beams of morning on the prow
Of the light heaving bark. ’T is past, and now
A pale and pensive hue her features wear.
From life’s fresh opening scenes, and sunny hours,
Seems like religion’s triumph—but the heart
Strives from itself in vain the truth to hide:
The sigh will rise, the tender tear will start:
Ah! love yet lingers o’er his faded flowers!