The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-06-10
Lines 60 nay Sister.
BY MRS. ANNA MARIA FERGUSON.

Treasures from its bosom vast;
Forms to its embraces given
That my spirit loved 10 well,
For whose loss in vain Pye striyen
All its maddening thoughts TO quell.
Looks, and words, and tones endearing,
Once too lightly cast aside,
Watch for their re-appearing
As men watch golden tide;
Now with eager hand Pm grasping
Wrecks upon the breakers tost.
Till, oh joy ! again I'm clasping
To my breast the loved and lost.
Bitter thoughts cease to oppose me,
While those long lost ones are near;
Listening to the tones that bless me,
Colder ones reach not my ear,
While those Orbs, so truthful beamlng,
Look so fondly into mine,
l forget the baleful cleaning
Which in other eyes doth shine.
Feelings trampled, bruised and broken,
Rise up in their strength and pride;
Bearing not impress or token
OF the frey ordeal tried;
Earth's vile faith now loathing scorning,
Break | from its stern control,
All, these moments steal like mourning
Der the midnight of my soul.
In this world, pure, bright ideal,
To the winds away | fling
The fears that in the world real
Round my heart like vipers cling;
Wakes my lutte the sweet lays olden,
Which in brighter days it knew,
When hope, with its visions golden,
Ger its chords glory threw.
Sister in these hours dreaming,
Which so much TO me restore,
On the breeze thy ringlets streaming,
Thou art with me as Of yore
Hark cen nov thy voice is ringing,
Through the chambers of my brain,
And thy gentle hand is fiinging
Flowers in my path again
In the strangers land no longer
Aliens, orphans, wander we,
Where no pulse for US beats stronger,
Where no tie binds thee or me:
Save the precious ashes sleeping
In the chuTcbyard's mOuldering fame,
Over which, like willows weeping,
Evermore our hearts must lean.
But away,-far DER the ocean,
In our beauteous sea girt isle,
Who though tears have been her potion
Ever through those tears doth smile,-
KQaTl -
Ger the daisy-studded vale,
Down the glen, and through the wildwood,
Heeding net the sun or gale.
In cottage standing lowly
By dark and murmurlng stream,
Skies above it blue and holy,
Fields around OF emerald gleam;
Round whose porch the wild rose fragrant
Through the hawthorn blossoms peep,
And the woodbine, straying vagrant,
Ger the caves and easements creep:
Then. when night the day entraces,
Gathered by the bright hearth's blaze,
Read we tales and old romances,
Filled with lore of by-gone days;
There, with dark locks meekly braided
Round her thoughtful brow and fair,
Sits our-mother, face unshaded
With one trace of grief or care
And our gentle father smiling
On the group that helms him round;
All. those little ones beguiling
Round them are his heart-strings wound.
But alas, soon comes the waking
Parents, home and friends are flown,
And with brow and bosom aching
Go / forth once more alone.
Even thou, whose quiet teaching,
Though the younger Of the two,
To my inmost feeling reaching.
Could each impulse wild subdue;
Thou. whose prayers so oft ascended
To the Throne Of grace for me-
Thou, whose thoughts with mine were blend
In the bond of sympathy
Thou who through the long night dreary,
Patient watched my couch beside,
Murmuring not though faint and weary
Thou. whose love all change defed:
Sister thou art gone forever,
Broke thy hand the silver chain;
We may meet on earth, but never
Shall its links unite again.
On our blessed faiths pure altar
Thou hast offered up thy heart,
And would not have the falter
Though forever we must part,
Lost to earth, but wed to Heaven,
Thou hast chosen wisely, well;
Though that choice our paths hath rlVens
'Gainst it will l ne'er rebel.
But know the bright band scattered,
Sometimes will remembered be,
And the household idols scattered,
Oft shall rise tween Heaven and thee:
And, though impious be the feeling
Which can make we wish it so,
Thou wilt pardon its revealing,
Though thy cheek with shame should glo