|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IXXI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 18611889
|By Rose Hawthorne Lathrop (Mother Alphonsa) (18511926)|
[From Along the Shore. 1888.]
DEAR little Dorothy, she is no more!
|I have wandered world-wide, from shore to shore,|
|I have seen as great beauties as ever were wed;|
|But none can console me for Dorothy dead.|
|Dear little Dorothy! How strange it seems|| 5|
|That her face is less real than the faces of dreams;|
|That the love which kept true, and the lips which so spoke,|
|Are more lost than my heart, which died not when it broke!|