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To —, on her Sister's Death.
O thou, whose dim and tearful gaze
Dwells on the shade of blessings gone!
Whose fancy some lost form surveys,
Half-deeming it once more thine own;
Dwells on the shade of blessings gone!
Whose fancy some lost form surveys,
Half-deeming it once more thine own;
O check that shuddering sob, control
That lip all quivering with despair;
The thrillings of the startled soul
That wakes and finds no lov'd one there.
That lip all quivering with despair;
The thrillings of the startled soul
That wakes and finds no lov'd one there.
'Tis hard, in life's first wearying stage,
From guiding, soothing souls to part;
To part, unchill'd by grief or age,
Sister from sister, heart from heart!
From guiding, soothing souls to part;
To part, unchill'd by grief or age,
Sister from sister, heart from heart!
Yet though no more she share, her love
Thy way of woe still guides and cheers;
And from her cup of bliss above
One drop she mingles with thy tears.
Thy way of woe still guides and cheers;
And from her cup of bliss above
One drop she mingles with thy tears.
1810.
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