Poems (Truesdell)/Georgiana
GEORGIANA.
"Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dashed it out."—Mrs. Sigourney.
They laid her in her little grave, "With flowers upon her breast,—A lovely blossom for the sky, So fragile yet so blest.
In shadowy beauty o'er her brow, The lifelike tresses lay; Her eyes were closed, as closed in sleep— Death scarce had dimmed their ray.
We grieved to lay the gentle child Within the darkening tomb, When the sweet flowers were putting forth Their loveliness and bloom.
But, ah! it was a selfish grief: In yon bright world of bliss, She 'll never know the bitter care That dims our path in this.