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THE PORTRAIT OF TWO SISTERS. |
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THE PORTRAIT OF TWO SISTERS.
BY MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.
Sweet sisters — blest the art that keeps
The form of grace, the brow of snow,
From Time's dark wing, that coldly sweeps
To blight those beauties while they glow;
But that which gives each charm its power,
The heart sincere — the thought refin'd —
The love that soothes affliction's hour —
The calm and holy light of mind —
These ask no limner's magic skill,
Nor shrink at adverse fortune's moan;
Through fading years they flourish still —
Sweet sisters, guard them as your own.
The form of grace, the brow of snow,
From Time's dark wing, that coldly sweeps
To blight those beauties while they glow;
But that which gives each charm its power,
The heart sincere — the thought refin'd —
The love that soothes affliction's hour —
The calm and holy light of mind —
These ask no limner's magic skill,
Nor shrink at adverse fortune's moan;
Through fading years they flourish still —
Sweet sisters, guard them as your own.
The above lines were suggested on seeing the portrait
of two beautiful sisters, the daughters of Robert Walsh,
Esq. of Philadelphia, at the studio of Mr. Healy, in Paris.
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