To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck by Major Henry Livingston, Jr.
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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