Ann Eliza Bleecker Quotes

Though such the darkness of my soul, Not such the calmness there; But waves of guilt tumultuous roll
'Midst billows of despair.

Come Grief, and sing a solemn dirge Beneath this midnight shade; From central darkness now emerge,
And tread the lonely glade.

There give thy griefs full vent to flow O'er the unconscious dead, With no spectator to thy woe
But my attendant shade.

Tell me thou all pervading mind, When I this life forsake, Must ev'ry tender tie unbind,
Each sweet connection break?

How shall I leave thee, oh! my love, And blooming progeny? If I without thee mount above,
'Twill be no heav'n to me.