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- Two Sisters [Mary Morgan and Charlotte Bent][;] A Wanderer's
Farewell
Two Sisters [Mary Morgan and Charlotte Bent][;] A Wanderer's
Farewell
- 1To know, to esteem, to love,--and then to part--
- 2Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart;
- 3Alas for some abiding-place of love,
- 4O'er which my spirit, like the mother dove,
- 5Might brood with warming wings!
- 6O fair! O kind!
- 7Sisters in blood, yet each with each intwined
- 8More close by sisterhood of heart and mind!
- 9Me disinherited in form and face
- 10By nature, and mishap of outward grace;
- 11Who, soul and body, through one guiltless fault
- 12Waste daily with the poison of sad thought,
- 13Me did you soothe, when solace hoped I none!
- 14And as on unthaw'd ice the winter sun,
- 15Though stern the frost, though brief the genial day,
- 16You bless my heart with many a cheerful ray;
- 17For gratitude suspends the heart's despair,
- 18Reflecting bright though cold your image there.
- 19Nay more! its music by some sweeter strain
- 20Makes us live o'er our happiest hours again,
- 21Hope re-appearing dim in memory's guise--
- 22Even thus did you call up before mine eyes
- 23Two dear, dear Sisters, prized all price above,
- 24Sisters, like you, with more than sisters' love;
- 25So like you they, and so in you were seen
- 26Their relative statures, tempers, looks, and mien,
- 27That oft, dear ladies! you have been to me
- 28At once a vision and reality.
- 29Sight seem'd a sort of memory, and amaze
- 30Mingled a trouble with affection's gaze.
- 31Oft to my eager soul I whisper blame,
- 32A Stranger bid it feel the Stranger's shame--
- 33My eager soul, impatient of the name,
- 34No strangeness owns, no Stranger's form descries:
- 35The chidden heart spreads trembling on the eyes.
- 36First-seen I gazed, as I would look you thro'!
- 37My best-beloved regain'd their youth in you,--
- 38And still I ask, though now familiar grown,
- 39Are you for their sakes dear, or for your own?
- 40O doubly dear! may Quiet with you dwell!
- 41In Grief I love you, yet I love you well!
- 42Hope long is dead to me! an orphan's tear
- 43Love wept despairing o'er his nurse's bier.
- 44Yet still she flutters o'er her grave's green slope:
- 45For Love's despair is but the ghost of Hope!
- 46Sweet Sisters! were you placed around one hearth
- 47With those, your other selves in shape and worth,
- 48Far rather would I sit in solitude,
- 49Fond recollections all my fond heart's food,
- 50And dream of you, sweet Sisters! (ah! not mine!)
- 51And only dream of you (ah! dream and pine!)
- 52Than boast the presence and partake the pride,
- 53And shine in the eye, of all the world beside.