Charity Bryant (22 may 1777 – 06 oct 1851 | North Bridgewater MA – Weybridge VT) poet, teacher, focus on acrostic poetry, Boston marriage partner with Sylvia Drake.
These words when put together will express the greatest charm a female can possess.
Nature, dear friend, clad in mourning lies! And every bird for gayer refuge fly’s. She
liked the naked trees, which return a hollow sound & whistle in the breeze. Nature
dressed in all her gay attire; earth again receives her wonted fire. Oh shall I still believe
my Sylvia will prove kind? That she will ne’er deceive this heart to her inclin’d. By every
gentle tie that binds the tender heart, whether could I fly should she from me depart!
Where could I rest my head but on her friendly breast, where all the weary rest. How
could I bear to see her from my bosom torn! But Hope shall still preside and paint the
brighter side. As more than seven years your senior, I may be first to leave this little plot
of Ground. May no rude Changes come to cross your path – or mar your peaceful home.