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poems.
He cannot break the chain of love,
That links us to our home above:
There strains of seraph sweetness rise;
The smile of God illumes its skies.
No tone is heard of human wo,
Where joy's rich notes harmonious flow.

And, brother! by the hope of heaven,
To cheer our earthly dwelling given,
The faith, which views Aer spirit, where
No cloud can dim the holy air,
O! let us love, while yet shall beam
Life's sunlight o'er time's flowing stream.




TO MY SISTER.
My sister! strange but hallowed name!
With joy I own thy proffered claim.
Words are but worthless to impart
The varied thoughts that fill my heart.
Yet shall my feeble strain essay
A sister's meed of love to pay.

Welcome! thrice welcome to my love,
Sent as an angel from above
To cheer my onward path below,
And whisper peace mid doubt and wo.