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96 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
Ye sacred host, when fleeting time has gone, I'll take my place with you around the throne; And then my spirit's robe of spotless white Will shine like yours in heaven's resplendent light.
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.
Sister, wilt thou think of me When the buds are on the tree ? When the flowers around our dwelling In the warm spring air are swelling ? When thou tendest them alone, Wilt thou for the absent one Ever shed one silent tear ? Tell me, tell me, Sister dear!
Brother, let my forehead rest For the last time on thy breast; Let my arm encircle thee, And my tears fall silently; For I feel, 'tis hard to part, While around my youthful heart Clings so soft, so sweet a tieó Dearest Brother, let me sigh
Father, on thine aged brow Shadowy thoughts arc brooding now: