MY sister, I remember,
How lonely was my heart,
Till thou, in all its joys and griefs,
Wert born, to bear a part:--
And well do I remember
The pleasure and the pride,
That filled my boyish bosom,
When thou wert by my side.My sister, since you joined me,
Upon life's rugged way,
Through what vicissitudes, we've passed,
Of darkness and of day.
Yet still, thy love has steadfast been,
Unchanged in cloud, or shine,
And thy own sorrow, been forgot,
To sympathize with mine.My sister, to repay thee
Is only, with the Lord,
And He can make thy love, its own
Exceeding great reward.
O! ever may His sheltering shield,
Outstretched above thee, lie,
And brightest beams of light, direct
Thy footsteps, to the sky.PHILADELPHIA, March 2, 1834.
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