Poems (Taggart)/The Twin Sisters

by Cynthia Taggart

THE TWIN SISTERS.

Sweet blooming babe!
Now gentleness thine every action wears,
And winning sweetness with a charm unnamed.
What beauties wrap thy little form around,
And glow resplendent in thy beaming face!
And playful frolic in those laughing eyes
Darts its enlivening influence to the soul.
And thy fair sister, gentler than thyself,
Twin-born with thee, with pleasing aspect smiles;
And with a calm, confiding glance of love
Steals the fond heart away; though yet unfelt
Each pleasing power and winning trait within.
These ever growing charms, this dawning grace,
And fascinating play and loveliness endear.—
But soon the infant state will pass away,
And richer treasures ripen and unfold,
And intellectual pleasures thrill the soul;—
Their forms in beauty's bright perfections swell.
Then, oh how fondly, will these darlings love!
Whom the same period gave to life and light,
And the same cradle rocked to rosy rest,
And the same arms in tender office bore.
Sweet, lovely babes, may kinder arms than those
That now support you, be your guardian strength
Embrace you with immortal love, and bear
You safely to your Saviour's breast,
When this vain, transitory life hath passed!