Emily Malbone Morgan

A Lady of the Olden Time Emily Malbone Morgan

Saybrook swave-washed height f BlE nglish lady sleeps, Lonely the tomb, but an angel of light The door of the sepulchre keeps. No roof no leafy shade The vaulted glory mars, She sleeps in peace, with the light on her bed Of a thousand kindly stars. She sleeps where oft she stood. Far from her native shore, Wistfully watching the bark as it rode, To the home she should see no more. By grateful love enshrined In memorys book heart-bound, She sank to rest with the cool sea wind, And the river murmuring round. And ever this wave-vashed shore. Shall be linked with her tomb and fame. And blend with the wind and billowy roar. The music of her name. Written by Miss Frances M. Caulkins of New London January ji, 1868.
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