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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

Her Last Verses

By Frances Sargent Osgood (1811–1850)

[From Poems. Illustrated Edition. 1850.]

YOU’VE woven roses round my way,

And gladdened all my being;

How much I thank you, none can say,

Save only the All-seeing.

May He who gave this lovely gift,

This love of lovely doings,

Be with you, wheresoe’er you go,

In every hope’s pursuings.

I’m going through the eternal gates,

Ere June’s sweet roses blow!

Death’s lovely angel leads me there,

And it is sweet to go.