Sweetest little sister!
child
With affections unbeguiled—
Winning manners—gay, yet mild—
Darling little Orah!
Full of play—yet serious,
too—
What a fount of feeling true
Doth the speaking eyes bedew
Of our little Orah!
Like the rivulets, thy glee
Sparkles ever bright and free;
Sorrow is unknown to thee,
Joyous little Orah!
Sympathy in grief—or fear
Of a danger drawing near,
Only steals a passing tear
From our little Orah!
And anon the clouds depart—
The clear sunshine of the heart
Bursts, and shews us what thou art,
Sunny little Orah!
Every wave on life's rough
sea
Bears some treasure unto thee;
And their gloom thou dost not see,
Merry little Orah!
Pleasant thoughts thy bosom
fill—-
Thoughts unmarr'd by human ill:
Frosts of time our feelings chill—
Not our happy Orah's!
Every day upon its wings
Gladness to thy young heart brings—
And thou mourn'st not passing things,
Thoughtless little Orah!
May thy sunshine be as
clear,
Dear one ! in each future year—
May thy treasures ne'er grow sere,
Precious little Orah!
May thy young heart be the
shrine
Of a faith and love divine!
Hope that feareth no decline
Be our darling Orah's!
So when trials throng thy
way,
As, alas! ere long they may!
Joys exempt from time's decay
Shall enrich thee, Orah! |