Poems for Children Sigourney/Love to Brothers and Sisters
Love to Brothers and Sisters.
I had a little friend,
And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother's tomb,
And laid him down and wept.
And when I ask'd him why
He mourn'd so long and sore;
He answer'd through his tears, "because
I did not love him more.
"Sometimes I was not kind,
And cross or coldly spake;"
And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd
As though his heart would break.
Brothers and sisters are a gift
Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
Whene'er they meet my eyes.
Be tender, good and kind.
And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
When we are call'd to part.