On the Death of Georgiana (Abbot) Lamson

Georgiana Abbot, the daughter of George Abbot and Nancy Stickney, and sister of Elizabeth (Abbot) Bowditch, was born in Beverly, Massachusetts, on 28 October 1823, and married Charles Elisha Whitney Lamson on 2 September 1847. She died on 8 March 1848 at age 24, a week after giving birth to a stillborn son.

The author Angelina Frink was the daughter of Harvey Frink and Ursula Chandler, born in Northampton, Massachusetts, 2 February 1812, and died in Boston 20 January 1864.

The poem itself is written on the front and back of one sheet of paper. On a second sheet is written "Lines on the death of Georgiana A. Lamson, died March 8th, 1848, by Angelina Frink. BHS ID# 948.001.1302.

(Georgiana Abbot Lamson died in Beverly, March 8th 1848, aged 24. Her father Capt. George Abbot died Jan. 18th 1848, and "Cora," a black girl aged 27, who had been in Capt. A's family for 17 yrs., died Feb. 10th 1848. Georgiana's infant boy died March 1st 1848.)

On the death of Mrs. Charles Whitney Lamson

Thou art gone to thy grave, oh! how deep do we mourn thee,
Thou gentle companion, thou loved one so dear;
Thou hast left us in grief, but we will not deplore thee,
We feel thou art blest, while we shed the sad tear.

Thou art gone from thy home, all its ties could not bind thee,
To linger ‘mid scenes which to thee were most dear;
Tho' mysterious now is the mandate which called thee,
Hereafter its justice we know will appear.

Ah! little we deemed that those bonds so endearing,
So lately assumed in thy bridal array;
That all the bright hopes which to thee were so cheering,
So soon would dissolve, and be doomed to decay.

When we saw thee of late for thy fond father grieving,
Ah! little we deemed that thine own end was near;
But we see now in fancy, thy spirits commingling,
And renewing the joys of thine intercourse here.

In fancy we see too another still greet thee,
Who but lately was called from thy loved home away;
‘Tho a dark hued dependant, most happy she meets thee,
Whose kind hand in sorrow her grief would allay.

Thou art gone Georgiana! long, long, shall we cherish,
The thought of thy gentleness, kindness, and worth;
Thy virtuous name sure never will perish,
So long as true goodness has place on this earth.

We will think of thee ever in joy and in gladness,
As a guardian spirit still hovering near;
We will think of thee too in temptation and sadness,
Our sorrows to soften, our sad hearts to cheer.

Thou art gone to thy grave, but we will not deplore thee,
For leaving this earth for a home with the blest;
In all that was worthy we too would be like thee,
And with thee enjoy those blest mansions of rest.