  BY S.G. GOODRICH NEW-YORK: G.P. PUTNAM, 155 BROADWAY 1851 Birth-night of the Humming Birds Inscription for a Rural Cemetery To a Lady who had been Singing And 'mid the awful stillness Of their grave, The forest oaks have flourished— And the breath Of years hath swept their races, Wave on wave, As ages fainted On the shores of death. The tumbling cliff perchance Hath thundered deep, Like a rough note Of music in the song Of centuries, and the whirlwind's Crushing sweep, Hath ploughed the forest With its furrows strong. | Frontispiece | |
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