Hannah Rebecca Hudson

Hudson wrote a little book of homes in 1874. Here's a poem from Hudson's book called "My Garden."     

It is set by fields of clover

And sentinelled with trees,

Hosts of sunbeams range it over

'T is owned by birds and bees.  


Larkspurs, leaning out of places

Where bashful myrtles creep,

Peep at monk-flowers' hooded faces

And poppies gone to sleep.  


There are wild and headstrong briers

And thistle knights and dames,

Bloomless weeds, like jovial friars,

Grasses with ancient names ;  


I am queen and lady in it, —

Queen over leaf and flower;

Crowned with sprays of purple spinnet,

I own no higher power. 


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