TO MY ONLY SISTER.
My last—my only one!O, leave me not alone—Bereft of all!May we together go,That those we leave belowMay o’er us lightly throwOne funeral pall!I would not from thee part,Thou of the gentle heart,And dove-like mien!Go not, my only one!As those we loved have gone;Who, passing gently on,No more are seen.Theirs is the peaceful home,And ours the lonely gloomOf parted love;We hear their evening hymnAs some remember’d dream;Sweet whisp’rer does it seemOf songs above!In fair immortal bowersOf amaranthine flowers,They sweetly dwell;Pain cannot enter there,Nor dark foreboding fear,Nor dull, corroding care,Nor sad farewell!How many cherish’d ones,Array’d in sparkling crowns,Shall greet us there!There are our treasures laid,Earth’s love, immortal made,Shall never, never fade,But grow more fair.Pass not away from earth,And from thy peaceful hearth,And leave me here!When thy freed spirit fliesTo seek its native skies,Then, too, may I arise,And enter there!
My last—my only one!O, leave me not alone—Bereft of all!May we together go,That those we leave belowMay o’er us lightly throwOne funeral pall!I would not from thee part,Thou of the gentle heart,And dove-like mien!Go not, my only one!As those we loved have gone;Who, passing gently on,No more are seen.Theirs is the peaceful home,And ours the lonely gloomOf parted love;We hear their evening hymnAs some remember’d dream;Sweet whisp’rer does it seemOf songs above!In fair immortal bowersOf amaranthine flowers,They sweetly dwell;Pain cannot enter there,Nor dark foreboding fear,Nor dull, corroding care,Nor sad farewell!How many cherish’d ones,Array’d in sparkling crowns,Shall greet us there!There are our treasures laid,Earth’s love, immortal made,Shall never, never fade,But grow more fair.Pass not away from earth,And from thy peaceful hearth,And leave me here!When thy freed spirit fliesTo seek its native skies,Then, too, may I arise,And enter there!
My last—my only one!O, leave me not alone—Bereft of all!May we together go,That those we leave belowMay o’er us lightly throwOne funeral pall!
My last—my only one!
O, leave me not alone—
Bereft of all!
May we together go,
That those we leave below
May o’er us lightly throw
One funeral pall!
I would not from thee part,Thou of the gentle heart,And dove-like mien!Go not, my only one!As those we loved have gone;Who, passing gently on,No more are seen.
I would not from thee part,
Thou of the gentle heart,
And dove-like mien!
Go not, my only one!
As those we loved have gone;
Who, passing gently on,
No more are seen.
Theirs is the peaceful home,And ours the lonely gloomOf parted love;We hear their evening hymnAs some remember’d dream;Sweet whisp’rer does it seemOf songs above!
Theirs is the peaceful home,
And ours the lonely gloom
Of parted love;
We hear their evening hymn
As some remember’d dream;
Sweet whisp’rer does it seem
Of songs above!
In fair immortal bowersOf amaranthine flowers,They sweetly dwell;Pain cannot enter there,Nor dark foreboding fear,Nor dull, corroding care,Nor sad farewell!
In fair immortal bowers
Of amaranthine flowers,
They sweetly dwell;
Pain cannot enter there,
Nor dark foreboding fear,
Nor dull, corroding care,
Nor sad farewell!
How many cherish’d ones,Array’d in sparkling crowns,Shall greet us there!There are our treasures laid,Earth’s love, immortal made,Shall never, never fade,But grow more fair.
How many cherish’d ones,
Array’d in sparkling crowns,
Shall greet us there!
There are our treasures laid,
Earth’s love, immortal made,
Shall never, never fade,
But grow more fair.
Pass not away from earth,And from thy peaceful hearth,And leave me here!When thy freed spirit fliesTo seek its native skies,Then, too, may I arise,And enter there!
Pass not away from earth,
And from thy peaceful hearth,
And leave me here!
When thy freed spirit flies
To seek its native skies,
Then, too, may I arise,
And enter there!
Charleston,June 28, 1840.