Page:Felicia Hemans in New Year's Gift, 1829.pdf/2



I. "! call my brother back to me,    I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee,—     Where is my brother gone?

II. "The butterfly is glancing bright    Across the sun-beam's track; I care not now to chase its flight—     Oh! call my brother back!

III. "The flowers run wild—the flowers we sowed    Around our garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load—     Oh! call him back to me!"