[The following lines were addressed to her brother on receiving a
locket containing his daguerreotype.]
I touch the spring--and lo, a face
Which for these many years
Within my heart has had a place,
A tender place--appears.
The large dark eyes look up to mine,
So like thyself!--the cheek,
The brow, the features, all are thine:
Speak to me, brother, speak!
And tell me of each grief and care:
For be they great or small,
A sister's heart would take a share--
And, if it could, take all!
And tell me of each hopeful plan,
And how the future seems,--
Oh, may that future to the man
Be all the boy now dreams.
I've heard thee say thou wouldst be great,
And with the gifted shine;
'T is well; but there's a nobler fate,
I pray it may be thine:
It is to be an honest man,--
To elevate thy race,
And like the good Samaritan
Do good in every place;
To struggle bravely for the right,
Though kings defend the wrong;
To live as in thy Maker's sight,
And in his strength be strong;
To put the spotless garment on,
To keep it pure and white,
And when the endless day shall dawn
Receive a crown of light.
Dear brother, fame is but a breath,
So I implore for thee
A holy life, a happy death,
A blest eternity.