Sunday, November 13, 2022

Acrostic -- Eliza Hughes

E v’ry grace in her combine,L ove and truth and friendship join,I n one source without reserve,Z ealous all her friends to serve,A nd diffuse true harmony. H appy nymph of chaste repose,U nsullied as the vernal rose.G ay — majestic — yet serene,H andsome, with a graceful mien;E v’ry charm in her appear,S he is lovely, chaste and fair.

by Major Henry Livingston, Jr.

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