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A SISTER'S LOVE.
My little sister!—whom I less
Love with a sister's tenderness
Than with a mother's anxious care,
She is so young, and ah how fair!—
I can remember her so small,
I marvelled that she lived at all,
And started with a sudden fear
That little crying voice to hear.
But soon the helpless sleeper grew
My playmate, and companion too.
Her outstretched arms, before her feet,
Were eager my approach to greet;
And soon the fairy feet began
To meet me when I homewards ran,
Returned from other cares to find
My sweetest task was left behind.
