To the Memory of Sarah Livingston
BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vexIs gone the gentlest of the gentle sex!---Her brittle bark on life's wild ocean tostUnequal to the conflict soon was lost.Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore,Then sunk beneath the storm & rose no more.But when th' Archangel's awful trump shall soundAnd vibrate life thro all the deep profoundHer renovated vessel will be seen,Transcendant floating on the silver stream!All beauteous to behold! serene she glidesBorne on by mildest & propitious tides;While fanning zephyrs fill her snow white sailsAnd aid her passage with the friendliest galesTill safe within the destin'd port of blissShe furls her sails and moors in endless peace.
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