Poems (Acton)/On my Sister's Portrait
ON MY SISTER'S PORTRAIT.
When coming years shall o'er us pass, This picture I may gaze upon,And there behold, as in a glass, The look you wore in days long gone.Time may have dimmed the beaming eye, And cast a shadow o'er thy brow;Tamed the light step that glideth by, And paled the cheek so blooming now;But oh! my sister, may I feel Thy love the same in good or ill,And know those years each charm that steal, Have left thy heart unchanging still.H. A.