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THE SISTERS OF SCIO.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
As are our hearts, our way is one,
“ SISTER, sweet sister! let me weep awhile !
Bear with me-give the sudden passion way! Thoughts of our own lost home-our sunny isle
Come, as the wind that o'er a reed hath sway; Till my heart dies with yearnings and sick fears ;Oh! could my life melt from me in these tears !
“Our father's voice-our mother's gentle eye
Our brother's bounding step—where are they, where? Desolate, desolate our chambers lie:
How hast thou won thy spirit from despair ?
“ Yes, weep, my sister ! weep, till from thy heart
The weight flow forth in tears—yet sink thou not! I bind my sorrow to a lofty part,
For thee, my gentle one! our orphan lot, To meet in quenchless trust :- my soul is strongThou, too, wilt rise in holy might, ere long.
“A breath of our free heavens and noble sires,
A memory of our old victorious dead, -
In a frail censer briefly may be shed,
“ Cheer, then, beloved ! on whose meek brow is set
Our mother's image-in whose voice a tone, A faint, sweet sound of hers is lingering yet,
An echo of our childhood's music gone;Cheer thee! thy sister's heart and faith are high; Our path is one — with thee I live and die !”