A Poem For The Times

THE SIS A. ' Al 1-EüOltY. '■;!,■ daujlitr ,' 8- Ui a ilying nnin '.'.'. y dnughlm. youug mU luir, Ye'yu grvwu in eïery loelnivs, And well ivu,l iny cave; B'ut yoii mini ioo hir ga dmice now - Litj 'hen, niy inlost i'ayer. Oh ! lire as yc lmve alwnys lived, In uní y mid love ; Do u t :i. ii utlur kind and truc, Aml gei lie ;t ht ove ; 1 luis hall niy spirit bless yo stil), Fronj ís !ar iio:ne nhove." 1 11" g'iDil uirTi 'lied as hi' Irul IÏvoaI - Vn li soul wrcnelj grand; Aixl ' , tti surrow o'r hi Kss, Tliat luir briglil housebuld bivnd - The lovelicst 18lerl)ood :lml eer (ir.icji any uv or luuii. JLwhil' tlioy HtoiI in union swcet; Awhilo ihey kipt unstninsd Thai güll-n liiiilMgo of love W Inch from t hcir sire tht-y gaioed; Anliile in uil ; h ir happy Imarts. öwcet lacc und Loncord reigned. IIow berïuiiful thoso sisters wore, Liiikd by sucli holy tivs ! iln ciiTUfrf fr in far and near to view TIkíp clmriiis with wondering eyos ; A:ul star orowned aogels, srailing kept Watch o'er them m iho skiea. Ab rrara went by - n u '. alai ! Thai sucli a thing should be! A eliangc moe o'er tlmt happy band, A changa most sml t see - Sad na bliglit tliat Kden's tower Kccoived at Hoavtü's deoree. It was a liltle tli ing at firat, Thai wruui;iit the griTOU ill ; A littlu thing - it alwnys is, Fur hcam ro mysteries still, Ami 'trifles liglit as :iir" ctinoft Thcir inmost, pulsos thrill "Why do you wc-nr your former fring9 Upun y uur gannent yet? Twas thus an eider sister spoke, As slio. a yonoger mot - "1 lmle the fashion ; chango it, praj1, For ono ihat I hftVti set." "I wore it ín my fathor's time," The younger maid replird, "And all that ho pproved 3 still ily i'loasure and my pride; Yot had 3our boon boen kindly asked, Your plan I miyht have tried." From sucli a small beginning, mark How dark and wild a eloso 1 Oneangry word engeudsrsd more Till scorpion broodfl aros: And those Ibnd sistors - foud as fair Bicarne like deadly foes ! How Hatred liglits his baleful lorch At eveiy tlLihing oye ; Nosv bitter words, (rom ïip to lip, Like poisoned atruws fly ; And, in ihia wai't'aro hoiivwu-bora eacO And loving kindne s dio. On sieter taketh part with that, Anutlur joins with this; Tneir looks aro iiku ili lightning's strole, Thoir Toico like serpent's hiss; Till all.by swift dogrees, havo all;a From bbeir pure stae of bliss. Ah! ne'cr was Badder visión s-en Beneaih llie sim s glad liglit I Tho households of the wor.d wide earlh Look on it with affrigbt; And pityirijg migela "il their eycs To sbut il out from sight. Oh, pray! ye men most wise and good, A? no er y o prayod belore, Thai Ueaveu, to tuis misguidcd band May harmony ros;ore. And link their hearts in love again, As they woro linkod of yore !