Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1830.pdf/7



III. "Yes, weep, my sister! weep, till from thy heart    The weight flow forth in tears—yet sink thou not! I bind my sorrow to a lofty part,     For thee, my gentle one! our orphan lot, To meet in quenchless trust:—my soul is strong— Thou, too, wilt rise in holy might, ere long.

IV. "A breath of our free heavens and noble sires,    A memory of our old victorious dead,— These mantle me with power; and though their fires     In a frail censer briefly may be shed, Yet shall they light us onward, side by side:— Have the wild birds, and have not we a guide?

V. "Cheer, then, beloved! on whose meek brow is set    Our mother's image—in whose voice a tone, A faint, sweet sound of hers is lingering yet,     An echo of our childhood's music gone;— Cheer thee! thy sister's heart and faith are high; Our path is one—with thee I live and die!"