The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1861-02-15
From Morris and Willis Home Journal.
A POEM FOR HE IMEs.

Every subscriber of the Home Journal knows
nat we have never entered into any political
iscussions, nor taken any part in any of the
gitating topics of the day, and we do not in
End to do so now; but the following original
nd beautiful lines, from the pen of Mrs. Emf
ne S. Smth--one of the most gifted of our
ady contributors-which bears upon these
hings, we trust " i'll not be considered " trea-
enable " by any party! Ponder it well, read
r, for it is full of truth and meaning:
THE sIsTERs-AN ALLEGoRY.
my daughters" said dying man,
I" My daughters, young and fair, u
You've grown in every loneliness,
i1 Andwell repaid my care; &
But you must lose this guidance now
List, then, my latest prayer. ,'sra'f
q On! live. aslye have always lived.
In unity and love; . ~ -f
Be to each other kind and true,
And gentle as the dove
Thus shall my spirit bless you still,
From its far home above"
The good man died as he had lived
With soul serenely grand;
And left to sorrow DER his loss,
THAT fair, bright household band
The lovelest sisterhood that e'er
Graced any age or land.
,'. Awhile they lived in union sweet;
Awhile they kept unstained
That golden heritage of love
Which from their sire they gained;
Awhile, in all their happy hearts,
Sweet Peace and Concord reigned.
How beautiful those sisters were,
Linked by such holy ties
Men came from far and near, to view
Their charms with wondering eyes;
And star-croWned angels smiling kept
. Watch Ger them in the skies;
As years went by-alas! alas !!
That such thing should be!
3 A change came DER that happy band.
A change most, sad to see-
Sad as the blight that Eden's bowers
-o Received at Heavens Decree.
It was a little thing, at first, j -
That wrought the grievous i'll;
A little thing--it always is,
For hearts are mysterious still,
And " trifles light as air " can oft
Their Utmost pulses thrill.
"Why do you wear your former fringe
Upon your garment yetW
Twas thus an elder sister spoke, la
As she younger met g.
81 hate the fashion; change it, pray, H
For one that have set" 1.b.U DE-.
"I wore itin my fathers time," S. o.
The younger maid replied,
Sand all that he approved is still
My pleasure and my pride s.
Yet had your boon been kindly asked,
Your plan / might have tried.'z g.
From such small beginning, mark a.
How dark and wild close N! alI-. .f
One angry word engendered more, t
Till scorpion brOOds arose I..
And those fond sisters-fond as fair
Became like deadly foes r al 3d.
Now Hatred lights his baleful torch
At every flashing eye; .oF'. l.a .f
Now bitter words, from lip to lip, alt
Like poisonedarrows fly;
And, in this warfare, heaven born peace
And loving kindness die.
One sister taketh part with that,
Another joins with this.
Their looks are like the lightning g stroke,
Their voice like Serpent's hiss;
Till all, by swift degrees, have fallen
From their pure state of bliss.
All ne'er was sadder vision seen
Beneath the suns glad light! a..-.
The household of the whole wide earth
Look ON it with alright; o.
And plying angels veil their eyes s.-..,
To shut it out from sight.
Oh, pray! ye men most wise and good,
As ne er We prayed before. ht
That Heav'n n, to this misguided band
May harmony restore, ai
And link their he rita in love AGAIN.
Is they were linked of yOre ! ao