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GO! SISTER!
Go! Sister, to the Vintage Feast,
Though I, alas! with thee go not;
Haste, haste thee, like a bird released,
To that sweet sunny festal spot.
Though I, alas! with thee go not;
Haste, haste thee, like a bird released,
To that sweet sunny festal spot.
Ask me not why, I smile no more,
Ask me not why, I thus forbear
To join the throng as heretofore,
Nor in the inspiring gladness share.
Ask me not why, I thus forbear
To join the throng as heretofore,
Nor in the inspiring gladness share.
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Sweet Sister! days perchance may come,
When thou, too, thus may ev'n deplore
And haunt that disenchanted home,
Which can delight and bless no more.
When thou, too, thus may ev'n deplore
And haunt that disenchanted home,
Which can delight and bless no more.
When thou may'st shrink from every sound
Of noisy happiness and mirth,
And looking ever on the ground,
Bend near and nearer to the Earth.
Of noisy happiness and mirth,
And looking ever on the ground,
Bend near and nearer to the Earth.
That earth which may at last—at last—
Take unto peace the outwearied heart;
Which beat too wildly warm, and fast,
For this its heavy mortal part!
Take unto peace the outwearied heart;
Which beat too wildly warm, and fast,
For this its heavy mortal part!
Oh! go then, gentlest Sister sweet,
And if thy young heart fondly learns,
Love pierced—to throb, to burn, and beat,
Take warning thus from her who mourns!
And if thy young heart fondly learns,
Love pierced—to throb, to burn, and beat,
Take warning thus from her who mourns!
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