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Poem February 3, 1819

Daily National Intelligencer

Washington, District Of Columbia

What is this article about?

A young lady mourns the sudden death of her pure and chaste sister Ann in a poem addressed to their distant father, reflecting on grief, heavenly reunion, and nature's debt. Dated January 16, 1819.

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LINES, BY A YOUNG LADY, ON THE DEATH OF A SISTER, ANN ADDRESSED TO HER FATHER, AT A DISTANCE.

On a smooth stream I seem'd to glide
No sullen clouds appear'd in sight;
Nor heard the billows' threatening tide;
Nor thought bright morn would soon be night.

But, ere I learned my joy so soon,
Or knew how quick those hours would spend,
Dark griefs appear'd, ere it was noon,
And Heaven depriv'd me of a friend

So sweet, so pure, so chaste her mind,
She was not form'd for living here;
With kindred Angels soon she join'd,
And we here weep for one so dear!

Is it in Heaven, a crime to mourn,
When ties are sever'd here on earth
Frail nature sinks, ere it has borne
The grief of such departed worth.

While, now, in distant lands she's laid.
May willows weep around her tomb
That solemn debt of nature's paid.
And mercy weeps her early doom.

But, if her sainted soul can see
In the bright realms of bliss above.
Or mingle in our misery,
We'll cease to weep for one we love.

January 16, 1819.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Sister Death Mourning Elegy Heavenly Reunion Religious Grief Family Loss

What entities or persons were involved?

By A Young Lady

Poem Details

Title

Lines, By A Young Lady, On The Death Of A Sister, Ann Addressed To Her Father, At A Distance.

Author

By A Young Lady

Subject

On The Death Of Sister Ann, Addressed To Father At A Distance

Key Lines

So Sweet, So Pure, So Chaste Her Mind, She Was Not Form'd For Living Here; With Kindred Angels Soon She Join'd, And We Here Weep For One So Dear!

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