 | American poems, selected and original |  |
“Freedom rewards you—naught can Ella give
“Low, low, poor Ella lies;
“Sivard is dead! and Ella would not live.”
She bleeds, she faints, she dies.
“Low, low, poor Ella lies;
“Sivard is dead! and Ella would not live.”
She bleeds, she faints, she dies.
| American poems, selected and original | |