Poems by Mrs. O. M. Livingston

Childhood o'er me fondly lingers--
Wraps again her weary child;
Brings the scenes which oft I ...

Twilight is gone, and Evening now
Her sable mantle throws around;
The cool wind fans the wear...

Plaintively echoes the evening rain,
Dropping, dropping, from leaf to leaf,
From shutter to...

The winds of heaven are sweeping free,
They come and go at God's decree;
Suns and bright worl...

Oh let me see the friends I love
More close around me clinging;
As waves successive onward mov...

Come out, thou weary denizen, and take
A thoughtful look at Nature, ere the trees
Shall lose...

Flow on, flow on, thou classic stream,
In quiet beauty to the sea,
While on thy brink I pau...

Sweet thy strains, thou minstrel daughter,
Touch again thy ocean shell,
From thy cottage by ...

The night is melting into day,
The crowing bird the silence breaks,
The constellations fade a...

'Tis a mysterious thing to see the earth
Put on the fresh unfolded robe of spring--
To hear the...

Great wonder of Nature! Thy thunders I hear;
Thy rush of wild waters before me appear!
A majes...

I am a slave! Oh why was I born!
Why was I made for sorrow and scorn!
Everywhere, on the wide ...

The cold gray curtain of the clouds
The face of midnight darkly shrouds,
And hides the brillia...

Ye sunset clouds like flakes of gold,
That float in yonder western sky,
And burning there a s...

Thou brightly flowing Delaware,
Whose waters kiss the hill and lea,
And, sweeping onward, w...