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224 FOREST MELODIES.
THE TWO SISTERS.
[When a certain steamer was burned on one of the Upper Lakes, there were on board two young ladies, sisters, who had been attending school, and were returning to their
home at S-----. They had arrived within sight of the
place, when, finding escape to be impossible, they embraced each other, and threw themselves into the deep.]
" I see those beauteous spires arising fair,
Our home is now in view ! How sweet it seems to sleep in stillness there,
'Neath those broad skies of blue !
"Our home ! My sister, soon our steps will press
That lovely shore again; And we shall feel a mother's fond caress,
And weep with rapture then !
" Long, long have we been absent, and our tears
Meanwhile have flow'd together; But, see ! the outline of our home appears—
"We'll fly to that fond mother!
" We'll sit around the hearthstone as of old,
Its light shall cheer our heart; Sweet home—its mem'ries float around the soul,
Bidding its cares depart!
" Tlwre are the trees which shelter that dear spot, And tliere the wreathing vines;