Anne - Poetry of Henry Livingston, illustrated by antique postcards

To his charming black-ey'd niece
Uncle Harry wishest peace!

Wishes roses ever 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 & love.

Manuscript	Other Illos	Phonemes
To my little niece ANNE DUYCKINCK, aged 9 years. SWEET as op'ning roses are As 'th expanded lilly fair Blithsome as the breathing day Smiling as the smiling May Heav'n itself her feeling mind Loveliest of the lovely kind Is my Daphne - sweetest maid That e'er sported in the glade When beneath the nodding grove She inclines to muse or rove Airs of Eden float around Flow'rs spontaneous deck the ground Cupids clap their wings about her Life itself's not life without her. R.