The Sister's Death.
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THE SISTER'S DEATH.
OUR sister-band is severed
By death's unpitying blow,
And she, the youngest, dearest-loved,
Was soonest called to go—
And glad the spirit bade adieu
To its worn robes of clay,
And clothed in garments pure and new,
Soared to its home away.
By death's unpitying blow,
And she, the youngest, dearest-loved,
Was soonest called to go—
And glad the spirit bade adieu
To its worn robes of clay,
And clothed in garments pure and new,
Soared to its home away.
As fades the glowing sunlight
Before our longing gaze—
As withers ere the night, the flower
First touched by morning's rays—
As dies the sweetest lingering strain
Of music on the ear,
So soft the sound, the list'ner stills
His tremulous breath to hear—
Before our longing gaze—
As withers ere the night, the flower
First touched by morning's rays—
As dies the sweetest lingering strain
Of music on the ear,
So soft the sound, the list'ner stills
His tremulous breath to hear—
So dies our best and gentlest,
With heart yet fresh and warm;
'Tis e'er "the bird that sweetest sings
Can least endure the storm;"
The flower that blooms the loveliest
Is first to fade at even,
And the heart that beats the truest here
Is soonest fit for Heaven.
With heart yet fresh and warm;
'Tis e'er "the bird that sweetest sings
Can least endure the storm;"
The flower that blooms the loveliest
Is first to fade at even,
And the heart that beats the truest here
Is soonest fit for Heaven.
