The Snow-Drop by Sarah S. Mower
page 59 of 120 (49%)
page 59 of 120 (49%)
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No brighter chain this earth can boast,
Than twines 'round kindred hearts; Brilliant and fair the links remain, Though fate rends them apart. Alas! that we so soon must part. Ere budding friendship's bloom; Remain, sweet germ, within each heart, And thrive beyond the tomb. Receive, dear friend, these parting lines, Though humble they appear; Earth, with its joys, are fading fast, With all that love us here. Then may we be prepared to soar Where ransomed spirits blend; There may our souls in love unite, Where friendship fears no end. FAREWELL TO A BROTHER. Farewell, farewell, my dearest brother, Thou must be absent for awhile, May no dark clouds around thee gather, May health and fortune on thee smile. |
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