A PRAYER FOR MY SISTER.
May no dark sorrow ever fling
Its shadows round thy path,
But all things lovely, all things fair,
Be thine in life and death!
Its shadows round thy path,
But all things lovely, all things fair,
Be thine in life and death!
It was evening, gentle evening,
"Twilight dews were falling fast;"
Day, with all its radiant splendor,
Like a brilliant dream had passed:
"Twilight dews were falling fast;"
Day, with all its radiant splendor,
Like a brilliant dream had passed:
I sat musing, sadly musing,
On this weary world of ours,—
"True," I said, "life has its pleasures,
Sometimes thorns, and sometimes flowers
On this weary world of ours,—
"True," I said, "life has its pleasures,
Sometimes thorns, and sometimes flowers
