joyous we hail thy blithesome advent here—
enchantress o'er the world's bright music mind,
none e'er so formed a pure seraphic sphere,
nightly in carols, rupturing every ear,
your years with worth and charities enshrined!

lany, my heart full grateful for this bliss,
incites deep wishes for your happiness;
nurtured with every noble feature,
divinity on earth, angelic, generous creature!

— Nathaniel Dearborn, Boston, September 30, 1850.