A. Hyatt Mayor
Alpheus Hyatt Mayor (1901–1980) was an American art historian and curator at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a leading figure in the study of prints, both old master prints and popular prints.
A. Hyatt Mayor's father was marine biologist Alfred Goldsborough Mayor (1868–1922) and his mother was sculptor Harriet Hyatt Mayor. His grandfather, whose name he carried, was the paleontologist Alpheus Hyatt. Mayor came from an artistic family; his mother's sister was the well-known sculptor Anna Hyatt Huntington, and her husband was art patron Archer Milton Huntington, founder of the Hispanic Society of America in 1904.
Mayor received his B.A. from Princeton University (1922) and then received a Rhodes scholarship, which he used to earn his second bachelor's degree at Christ Church College, Oxford, in 1926. The next few years he spent in Florence, Italy and at the American School of Classical Studies. Upon returning to the United States he embarked on a literary career, working on Hound & Horn.
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A Daughter
by: Sad Lovers & GiantsSweet Daughter set me free
Sweet Daughter set me free
With all your restless charms
In silken clouds of sleep
Cocooned in my arms
The sunlight is a stream
Of blessings we can share
To save your perfect dreams
I will fight without fear
Vows I’ll keep, I’ve always been so weak
But I’ll be strong, my daughter I’ll be strong
This song was meant to be
The lullaby I’m learning
The pastures gold and green
I’ve tried to forget
Sweet daughter set me free
And keep my soul from burning
And maybe I will sleep
In the still waters yet
Vows I’ll keep I’ve always been so weak
But I’ll be strong ,my daughter I’ll be strong
Send the keeper for the chains
The spike, the fire and the burning rain
I will take it all for her
To save this small defenceless girl
Vows I’ll keep I’ve always been so weak
But I’ll be strong ,my daughter I’ll be strong
Vows I’ll keep I’ve always been so weak
But I’ll be strong, my daughter I’ll be strong
Sweet Daughter set me free
With all your restless charms
In silken clouds of sleep