SUE.
She was a freak of Nature's joy, A flow'ret wonder-pied,—As startling as a pansy found Black-leaved, and golden eyed.
Her voice was borrowed from the choir That rings the vernal years;Her temper was ethereal fire That calmed itself in tears.
Some nameless touch of God's delight Fell on her, as she layAn infant, dreaming heavenly dreams, And never passed away.
Her laughter, many-voiced and full, Had not one scornful strain;Her eyes, that flashed defiant mirth, Were tender and humane.
