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Will, like the perfume of each blossom,
Live in our hearts where'er we roam,
As when we slept on one fond bosom,
And dwelt within one happy home.
Live in our hearts where'er we roam,
As when we slept on one fond bosom,
And dwelt within one happy home.
I know that changes have come o'er us;
Sweet Sisters! we are not the same,
For different paths now lie before us
And all three have a different name;
And yet, if sorrow's dimming fingers
Have shadowed o'er each youthful brow,
So much of light around them lingers
I cannot trace those shadows now.
Ye both have those, who love ye only,
Whose dearest hopes are round you thrown,
While, like a stream that wanders lonely,
Am I, the youngest, wildest one.
Sweet Sisters! we are not the same,
For different paths now lie before us
And all three have a different name;
And yet, if sorrow's dimming fingers
Have shadowed o'er each youthful brow,
So much of light around them lingers
I cannot trace those shadows now.
Ye both have those, who love ye only,
Whose dearest hopes are round you thrown,
While, like a stream that wanders lonely,
Am I, the youngest, wildest one.
My heart is like the wind, that beareth
Sweet scents upon its unseen wing—
The wind! that for no creature careth,
Yet stealeth sweets from every thing;
It hath rich thoughts for ever leaping
Up, like the waves of flashing seas,
That with their music still are keeping
Soft time with every fitful breeze;
Each leaf that in the bright air quivers,
The sounds from hidden solitudes,
Sweet scents upon its unseen wing—
The wind! that for no creature careth,
Yet stealeth sweets from every thing;
It hath rich thoughts for ever leaping
Up, like the waves of flashing seas,
That with their music still are keeping
Soft time with every fitful breeze;
Each leaf that in the bright air quivers,
The sounds from hidden solitudes,
