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To My Daughter Elizabeth

Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow

Two flowers upon one parent stemTogether bloomed for many days.At length a storm arose, and oneWas blighted, and cut down at noon.
The other hath transplanted been,And flowers fair as herself hath borne;She too has felt the withering storm,Her strength's decayed, wasted her form.
May he who hears the mourner's prayer,Renew her strength for years to come;Long may He our Lilly spare,Long...