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POEMS.
And dearly for such trusting care
Did the oak its duty prove,
Nor turned again for aught more fair,
From its fond and ancient love;
But proudly in the forest's shade
Stood long unchanged and true,
And when the stately oak decayed,
The ivy withered too!
H. A.
Did the oak its duty prove,
Nor turned again for aught more fair,
From its fond and ancient love;
But proudly in the forest's shade
Stood long unchanged and true,
And when the stately oak decayed,
The ivy withered too!
H. A.
ON MY SISTER'S PORTRAIT.
When coming years shall o'er us pass,
This picture I may gaze upon,
And there behold, as in a glass,
The look you wore in days long gone.
Time may have dimmed the beaming eye,
And cast a shadow o'er thy brow;
Tamed the light step that glideth by,
And paled the cheek so blooming now;
But oh! my sister, may I feel
Thy love the same in good or ill,
And know those years each charm that steal,
Have left thy heart unchanging still.
H. A.
This picture I may gaze upon,
And there behold, as in a glass,
The look you wore in days long gone.
Time may have dimmed the beaming eye,
And cast a shadow o'er thy brow;
Tamed the light step that glideth by,
And paled the cheek so blooming now;
But oh! my sister, may I feel
Thy love the same in good or ill,
And know those years each charm that steal,
Have left thy heart unchanging still.
H. A.
