From the U. s. Gazette.
TO MY SISTER.
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Sister, miss thee! when The sun goes down


And darkness gathers on the silent sea;
And from my far-of home fond mem'ry brings
Sweeter than minstrelsy, voice to me-
We ne'er may meet again, but yel thy voice,
So gentle and 50 kind, will ever stay,
And like a sunbeam on the storm shall cheer


The weary wanderer on his lonely way.
Sister, | miss thee !--ere the morning dawns---
While the gray mis,s yet linger on The
When unseen birds their matn love-song
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Sweet sst, ,r--then hear thy voice again.
And dreamin g, oft see thy soft blue eye,,


As first il 81 ,arkled in our halcyon hours,
And meet once more, in fancy's wild domain,
My only friend in childhood's sunny bowers.
Sister, miss thee when the woes of life
When cares aud sorrow gather round the
When friends are false, and pleasures all a


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And bitter tears of grief unbidden start
Lonely L rove amid the hea rtless crowd, ,,.5


Where few alas can sympathize with me !;
Yet, through the gloom thy angel form ap.
The heart mtravelled, fondly turns ts thee
Philadelphia, June, 1876. 4.A"