Ann Eliza Bleecker,
A prospect of death — from The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker
“ Death! thou real friend of innocence, Tho' dreadful unto shivering sense, I feel my nature tottering o'er Thy gloomy waves, which loudly roar: Immense the scene, yet dark the view, Nor Reason darts her vision thro'. Virtue! supreme of earthly good, Oh let thy rays illume the road ”
