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THE SISTER'S, A BALLAD.
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"Take not thy sunny smile
Far from our hearth!
With that sweet light will fade
Summer and mirth.
"Leave us not, leave us not!
Can thy heart roam?
Wilt thou not pine to hear
Voices from home?
"Too sad our love would be,
If thou wert gone!
Turn to us, leave us not!
Thou art our own!"
"Oh sister, hush that thrilling lute, oh cease that haunting lay,
Too deeply pierce those wild sweet notes; yet, yet I cannot stay,
