Henry Livingston

To my Little Niece Anne Duyckinck

To his charming black-eyed niece
   Uncle Harry wishest peace!
   Wishes roses over strow’d
   O’er her sublunary road!
 
   No rude winds around her howl,
   O’er her head no tempests scowl;
   No red lightnings flash around,
   No loud thunders rock the ground!
 
   Bright has been her morning sun,
 Brighter still be that to come!
 All a blue serene above,
 Within, all innocence and love.
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