Sweet Sister

 ("Vous qui ne savez pas combien l'enfance est belle.") 


 Sweet sister, if you knew, like me, 
 The charms of guileless infancy, 
 No more you'd envy riper years, 
 Or smiles, more bitter than your tears. 
 
 But childhood passes in an hour, 
 As perfume from a faded flower; 
 The joyous voice of early glee 
 Flies, like the Halcyon, o'er the sea. 
 
 Enjoy your morn of early Spring; 
 Soon time maturer thoughts must bring; 
 Those hours, like flowers that interclimb, 
 Should not be withered ere their time. 
 
 Too soon you'll weep, as we do now, 
 O'er faithless friend, or broken vow, 
 And hopeless sorrows, which our pride 
 In pleasure's whirl would vainly hide. 
 
 Laugh on! unconscious of thy doom, 
 All innocence and opening bloom; 
 Laugh on! while yet thine azure eye 
 Mirrors the peace that reigns on high. 
 
 MRS. B. SOMERS. 


 

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