Ithaca Journal, Feb., 1871
Thy voice is hushed!—thy hand is still
And we miss the snatches of song:—
The homely ballads and quaint old rhymes
We have known and loved so long.
Sometimes they came when our hearts were light
When life seemed a gala-day;
Sometimes when its glory was turned to night,
When dear friends were far away.
But whenever they came, in sunshine or storm
A place in our hearts they found:
For they held a strange though gentle charm,
And a quiet, home-like sound.
They whispered of patience, of hope and love
Of faith and a modest grace,
While above and around them seemed to shine
The light of thy womanly face,—
A face that told of its patient toil,
Of watching and waiting long;—
Of one who had learned through grief and tears
To suffer on and grow strong.
Thou hast reigned the queen of nature's songs
A lovely household fairy,
Thou are singing now in brighter climes
"Beloved, Alice Cary!"
Pember, Carolyn Winchell. Household Rhymes. Geneva, NY: W.F. Humphrey, 1913.
Alice Cary (1820-1871)
Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, Kings County, NY
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=7686823
Edwards, June. "The Cary Sisters." Dictionary of Unitarian & Universalist Biography http://www25.uua.org/uuhs/duub/articles/carysisters.html
"Alice Cary." The Poetry Foundation. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/alice-cary
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