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“Verses to My Heart’s-Sister” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1849 – 1916)


Verses To My Heart’s-Sister

By HENRIETTA CORDELIA RAY
We’ve traveled long together,
O sister of my heart,
Since first as little children
All buoyant, we did start
Upon Life’s checkered pathway,
Nor dreamed of aught save joy;
But ah! To-day can tell us
Naught is without alloy.

Rememb’rest thou the gambols
Of those sweet, early days,
When siren Fancy showed us
Our dreams through golden haze?
Ah, well thou dost remember
The mirth we then did share,
The sports, the tasks, the music,
The all-embracing prayer.

Somehow my own sweet sister,
Our heart-strings early twined;
Some rare bond of affection
Of tastes and aims combined;
Made us, e’en in our Springtime,
Soul-sisters fond and leal;
And how that love has strengthened
The years can well reveal.

We’ve seen our loved ones vanish
Far from our yearning gaze,
Into the peace of Heaven.
O those sad, saddest days,
When we two clung together,
So lonely and forlorn,
With our crushed hearts all quiv’ring,
All bruised, and scarred and torn.

So nearer clung we, sister,
And loved each other more;
The tendrils of our natures
Twined closer than before.
We could speak to no other
Of those sweet, holy things,
So tender yet so nameless,
Which sorrow often brings.

The troubles that have thickened
Around our daily path,
We’ve borne together, sister,
And oft when courage hath
Grown feeble, and the future
Was dark with naught of cheer,
Could one have faced the conflict
Without the other near?

And sister, dear Heart’s-Sister,
When all the mystery
Of this strange life is ended
In Immortality,
We’ll love each other dearly
As now we do, and more;
For sacred things in Heaven
Grow richer than before.

And shall not those sweet loved ones
Missed here so long! so long!
Join with us in the music
Of an all-perfect song?
We feel a gladder cadence
Will thrill their rapt’rous strain,
When we are with them, sister,
All, ne’er to part again!

So now as here we linger,
May ours be happy days!
O generous-hearted sister,
In all Life’s winding ways
May we have joy together!
And this I fondly pray, —
God bless thee, dear Heart’s-Sister’.
Forever and for aye!

By TDarris

Thinker. Reader. Writer--- of, and about, a plethora of things.

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