95b | Linden Harp#95c | 96 |
Text: | My sister |
1 Who was it, when we both were young,
Oft praised me with her artless tongue,
And on my neck delighted hung?
My sister.
2 Who ran about with me all day,
And when at hide and seek we'd play,
Who came to find me where I lay?
My sister?
3 And when to school I went to stay,
To seek for knowledge, day by day,
Who grieved to see me go away?
My sister.
4 Who was it ever with delight,
Ran forth to meet me, noon and night,
So free from envy, wrath, or spite?
My sister.
5 O, may it be our constant care,
Each other's griefs and pains to share,
And thus our mutual burdens bear,
My sister.
6 And may that heav'nly power above
Still fill our hearts with mutual love,
And all our virtuous ways approve,
My sister.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Who was it, when we both were young |
Title: | My sister |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1855 |