Poems for Children Sigourney/Love to Brothers and Sisters

by Lydia Sigourney

Love to Brothers and Sisters.

I had a little friend,
    And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother's tomb,
    And laid him down and wept.

And when I ask'd him why
    He mourn'd so long and sore;
He answer'd through his tears, "because
    I did not love him more.

"Sometimes I was not kind,
    And cross or coldly spake;"
And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd
    As though his heart would break.

Brothers and sisters are a gift
    Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
    Whene'er they meet my eyes.
 
Be tender, good and kind.
    And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
    When we are call'd to part.

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