"The Death of Mrs. Lydia Woodburn" at age 23 occured on 2/9/1814.
Like some fair flower with beauty crown'd
That death its balmy fragrance round
And withers ere tis noon:
So fell this lovely blooming bride,
Her Husband's joy, her Parent's pride
A rose bud cropped too soon.
The New Green Mountain Songster, HH Flanders, etc., 1939 & 1966
