A Song

^{(written in her fifteenth year)}

Life is but a troubled ocean,
Hope a meteor, love a flower
Which blossoms in the morning beam,
And whithers with the evening hour.

Ambition is a dizzy height,
And glory, but a lightning gleam;
Fame is a bubble, dazzling bright,
Which fairest shines in fortune’s beam.

When clouds and darkness veil the skies,
And sorrow’s blast blows loud and chill,
Friendship shall like a rainbow rise,
And softly whisper—peace, be still.

This poem is in the public domain.

Twilight

^{(Written in her fifteenth year)}

How sweet the hour when daylight blends
With the pensive shadows on evening’s breast;
And dear to the heart is the pleasure it lends,
For ‘tis like the departure of saints to their rest.

Lucretia Maria Davidson

1900

Fragment

^{(written in her twelfth year)}

With snow-clad top, and far projecting height,
Yon mist-wrapp'd mountain rises on my sight;
There fancy's pencil draws a world unseen,
For ever smiling, and for ever green;
Fills it with beings pure from sin's black stain,
Where faith, hope, charity, and friendship reign.

Lucretia Maria Davidson

1841

To My Mother

O thou whose care sustained my infant years,
And taught my prattling lip each note of love;
Whose soothing voice breathed comfort to my fears,
And round my brow hope’s brightest garland wove;

To thee my lay is due, the simple song,
Which Nature gave me at life’s opening day;
To thee these rude, these untaught strains belong,
Whose heart indulgent will not spurn my lay.

Lucretia Maria Davidson

1841

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