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To My Sister Carry
The sun has abandoned his home in the heaven,
But still from his billowy urn,
To yon moon a few beams of his lustre are given,
To cheer us till morn shall return.
But still from his billowy urn,
To yon moon a few beams of his lustre are given,
To cheer us till morn shall return.
So Sis, when we sever in darkness and sorrow,
May hope, like the heavenly ray,
A beam from the light of futurity borrow,
To lighten the gloom of to-day.
May hope, like the heavenly ray,
A beam from the light of futurity borrow,
To lighten the gloom of to-day.
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