A Sister's Tribute
Was t my name bruther dear, Thy lips essayed to speak Wheo t'.e dew of death liad gatliered On that pale and wasled cheek 1 Did'st Ihon see thy sister then, Swiftly fol owing in thy wake ;' As in the icy stream you plutiged, And lieard the waters surge and break? Or did'st thou live thy childhood o'er Within that moment's .space. And feel in y hand alasped in thine onn. As homeward bound we sped ajiace. Did'st thou recall the time and place, We watched the fieecy cloud pass by, And fondly tliought mr fathei's foim Was iainted on the western sky. Wheu hand in hand we trudged along In raptares while the morning broke. And fancied throuah the gentle breeze From Heaven onr father spoke. And when the storm swept madly by, And peala of thnnder rent the air; Twas God's own voice we heard on higb, BiddjUg the guilty world benare. Memory cariies me back to scènes ükethai That maiked onr chütüsh ivar; Thoush time bas bronght to me lier locks of grsy, it deerns but yesterdiy.
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