GEORGIANA.
"Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow,
And dashed it out."—Mrs. Sigourney.
And dashed it out."—Mrs. Sigourney.
They laid her in her little grave,
"With flowers upon her breast,—
A lovely blossom for the sky,
So fragile yet so blest.
"With flowers upon her breast,—
A lovely blossom for the sky,
So fragile yet so blest.
In shadowy beauty o'er her brow,
The lifelike tresses lay;
Her eyes were closed, as closed in sleep—
Death scarce had dimmed their ray.
The lifelike tresses lay;
Her eyes were closed, as closed in sleep—
Death scarce had dimmed their ray.
We grieved to lay the gentle child
Within the darkening tomb,
When the sweet flowers were putting forth
Their loveliness and bloom.
Within the darkening tomb,
When the sweet flowers were putting forth
Their loveliness and bloom.
