LINES
ADDRESSED TO MY SISTER AT SCHOOL.
"The flush of youth soon passes from the face,
The spells of Fancy from the mind depart:
The form may lose its symmetry and grace
But time can claim no victory o'er the heart."
Mrs. Dinnies.
The spells of Fancy from the mind depart:
The form may lose its symmetry and grace
But time can claim no victory o'er the heart."
Mrs. Dinnies.
Dear sister! could I bring to thee
Gems from the purest mine,
And all the treasures of the earth
In one great whole combine,
A better, nay a holier gift,
To thee could not be given,
Than that which education brings,
With a true faith in heaven.
Gems from the purest mine,
And all the treasures of the earth
In one great whole combine,
A better, nay a holier gift,
To thee could not be given,
Than that which education brings,
With a true faith in heaven.
