Ann Eliza Bleecker,
On Mrs. Johanna Lupton — from The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker
“ All tears of sorrow ever wip'd away; 'Sing how by tortures heav'n her faith has try'd; 'The saint endur'd it, tho' the woman dy'd!' Ah, nature will prevail! 'tis all in vain: Say, sacred muse, what loss do we sustain? ”
