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First Line: Like flowers that softly bloom together
Last Line: To form in heaven one mystic chain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Coppuck, Amelia B.
Subject(s): Sisters


LIKE flowers that softly bloom together
Upon one fair and fragile stem,
Mingling their sweets in sunny weather
Ere strange rude hands have parted them,
So were we linked unto each other
Sweet Sisters, in our childish hours,
For then one fond and gentle mother
To us was like the stem to flowers;
She was the golden thread, that bound us
In one bright chain together here,
Till Death unloosed the cord around us,
And we were sever'd far and near.

The floweret's stem, when broke or shatter'd,
Must cast its blossoms to the wind,
Yet, round the buds, though widely scatter'd,
The same soft perfume still we find;
And thus, although the tie is broken
That link'd us round our mother's knee,
The memory of words we've spoken,
When we were children light and free,
Will, like the perfume of each blossom,
Live in our hearts where'er we roam,
As when we slept on one fond bosom,
And dwelt within one happy home.

I know that changes have come o'er us;
Sweet Sisters! we are not the same,
For different paths now lie before us,
And all three have a different name;
And yet, if sorrow's dimming fingers
Have shadow'd o'er each youthful brow,
So much of light around them lingers
I cannot trace those shadows now.
Ye both have those who love ye only,
Whose dearest hopes are round you thrown,
While, like a stream that wanders lonely,
Am I, the youngest, wildest one.

My heart is like the wind, that beareth
Sweet scents upon its unseen wing --
The wind! that for no creature careth,
Yet stealeth sweets from every thing;
It hath rich thoughts for ever leaping
Up, like the waves of flashing seas,
That with their music still are keeping
Soft time with every fitful breeze;
Each leaf that in the bright air quivers,
The sounds from hidden solitudes,
And the deep flow of far-off rivers,
And the loud rush of many floods;

All these, and more, stir in my bosom
Feelings that make my spirit glad,
Like dew-drops shaken in a blossom;
And, yet there is a something sad
Mix'd with those thoughts, like clouds, that hover
Above us in the quiet air,
Veiling the moon's pale beauty over,
Like a dark spirit brooding there.

But, Sisters! those wild thoughts were never
Yours! ye would not love, like me,
To gaze upon the stars for ever,
To hear the wind's wild melody.
Ye'd rather look on smiling faces,
And linger round a cheerful hearth,
Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places
As they peep out upon the earth.
But, Sisters! as the stars of even
Shrink from day's golden flashing eye,
And, melting in the depths of heaven,
Veil their soft beams within the sky;
So shall we pass, the joyous-hearted,
The fond, the young, like stars that wane,
Till every link of earth be parted,
To form in heaven one mystic chain.





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