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To A SISTER.
But be its zest those charms that have their flow Fresh from the source of feeling and of thought;
And full of all that pure and vivid glow Which speaks them born above, though spent on earth below.
TO A SISTER.
My sister, companion and friend,
The guide of my devious way,
The return of this sestival day!
Our union in childhood began-
In unison only, my Ann.
Together we travel along;
(We may call ourselves flowers in song.) The showers that kindly descend,
Have nourished us both as they passed; And together we shiver and bend,
Assailed by the winterly blast.
But let every sigh be repressed,
Since mutual our pleasures must be : The ivy that clings to its breast
Is reckoned a part of the tree. And oh! may we never divide,
Till closed is this turbulent day. Should I lose you, my sister and guide, How dreary the rest of the way!
OH! DEAR TO MEMORY ARE
Oh! dear to memory are those hours
I doubt if it be kind or wise
And a little red rose art thou;
Another bright leaf, I trow;
Many and many a time,
Grown into maiden prime.
But oh! do not wish their wing,
Stay thou on earth and sing;
Be not soon thence beguiled,
Never be twice a child.
Thou art building towers of pebbles, Genie
Pile them up brave and high;
As he wandereth singing by ;
And if the brown bee is lost,
That soon life's schemes are crost.