THE THREE SISTERS. BY JAMES N. BARKER. HEAR ye what yon flow'rets say? 'Sister roses, sister roses, 'Let us love while yet we may, 'Ere our brief communion closes. 'Breaths that, kissing, meet to-day, 'Cheeks now fondly prest together, 'Ere the morn may pass away, 'Scatter'd by the varying weather. 'Ere the morrow, cruel men 'May our bond of union sever; 'Can it e'er be join'd again? 'Sister roses, never, never. 'Gentle girls,' the flow'rets say, 'From our lives this precept borrow, 'Love like sisters ought to-day, 'For ye may be-wives to-morrow.' |