Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By Epistle to a Gay Young Lady Who Was Married to a Doating Old DeaconPhilip Freneau (17521832)
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Thus daisies blush beside a tomb,
Thus, fields of ice o’er rivers grow,
While melting streams are found below.
Yourself all light, and he all shade!
Each hour you live you look more gay,
While he grows uglier every day!
He only Watts or Sternhold sings;—
You tune your chord to different strains,
And merrier notes attract the swains.
Thus look for flowers in Greenland’s clime;
When twenty years are scarcely run
Thus hope for spring without a sun!