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Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
BY MRS. ANNAN, LATE MISS A. M. F. BUCHANAN. It had my sister's gentle eyes, Her soft and shining hair; Her cheek, in form and changeful dyes, And placid brow are there. My darling! when with merry laugh I echo back thine own, 'Tis oft that I forget me, half, What cares my way have strown; The partner of my being's spring, Herself, while seemest thou, I scarce can feel the world-worn thing That acts thy mother now. Yet while by yonder turf-bank low Thou hid'st in feigning sleep, Thine eyes, a glance may hardly know From violets, when they peep; While o'er the runlet thou dost lean And from its eddies dip The foam, in cups of oak leaves green, To wet thy smiling lip;
Though bounds my heart to meet thy play, 'Tis sometimes chilled with fear;— Thus rang her voice but yesterday — How long shall thine be here? “My sister's child!” — how well that sound Recalls the happy hour, When, looking innocent and fond As thou upon yon flower, A mother's title sweet she heard And on the accents hung, While first thou marred the tender word With thy unpractis'd tongue: How proud I spoke! your beauty rare To me was triumph high;— Ye formed a picture strangely fair, Its owner rich was I! “My sister's child! my sister's child!' With aching heart I said, To watch her stroke thy ringlets wild, Upon her dying bed. She gave thee to my love, her trust Most precious and the last, To guard, when unto silent dust Her worshipped form had passed; I clasped thee from her thin white hand, She faded as she smiled;— God helps me in her stead to stand And bless her angel child!
Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. |