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Poems: With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith

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    The Sister’s Devotion

    There is no flower, brother, howe’er so sweetly blooming,
    But it will fade in night;
    No sunny sky with beams so bright illuming,
    But clouds may shade its light.
    But oh! there is a sister’s love,
    In sorrow’s night unfading,
    That clouds of earthborn care or woe
    Ne’er will its light be shading.
    PSAS 125.3

    CHORUS:PSAS 125.4

    Oh! brother, then prize a sister’s devotion,
    Ever pure, unchanging, sincere,
    Whose heart for thee beats with tender emotion,
    And shareth each smile and each tear.
    PSAS 125.5

    The beaming eye, brother, lit bright with smiles enwreathing,
    Tears may unbidden dim,
    The soul of music’s melody, sweet breathing,
    Discordant strains may hymn.
    But oh! there is a sister’s voice
    To cheer with kind words spoken;
    Her hand may wake sweet strains again
    From harp-strings that were broken.
    PSAS 126.1

    Chorus: Oh! brother, then prize-PSAS 126.2

    Fame’s starry hight, brother, howe’er its gems alluring,
    Cold storms and tempests crown;
    The form of genius fair may fall, enduring
    The world’s dark chilling frown.
    But oh! there is a sister’s heart,
    Forever true, unshaken,
    That ne’er grows cold, but closer clings,
    When all else has forsaken.
    PSAS 126.3

    Chorus: Oh! brother, then prize-PSAS 126.4

    Our golden dreams, brother, we so fondly cherish,
    May change like morning’s rays;
    Youth’s fairest joys and pleasures all may perish,
    With years that pass away.
    But oh! there is a sister’s prayer,
    That happy be our meeting,
    Safe wafted o’er life’s sea in peace,
    Where time no more is fleeting.
    PSAS 126.5

    Chorus: Oh: brother, then prize-PSAS 126.6

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