ON MY SISTER'S PORTRAIT.
When coming years shall o'er us pass,
This picture I may gaze upon,
And there behold, as in a glass,
The look you wore in days long gone.
Time may have dimmed the beaming eye,
And cast a shadow o'er thy brow;
Tamed the light step that glideth by,
And paled the cheek so blooming now;
But oh! my sister, may I feel
Thy love the same in good or ill,
And know those years each charm that steal,
Have left thy heart unchanging still.
H. A.
This picture I may gaze upon,
And there behold, as in a glass,
The look you wore in days long gone.
Time may have dimmed the beaming eye,
And cast a shadow o'er thy brow;
Tamed the light step that glideth by,
And paled the cheek so blooming now;
But oh! my sister, may I feel
Thy love the same in good or ill,
And know those years each charm that steal,
Have left thy heart unchanging still.
H. A.