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To A Sister While Dangerously Ill Post by :gnkwako Category :Poems Author :Sarah S. Mower Date :November 2011 Read :967

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To A Sister While Dangerously Ill

O Sister! Sister! can it be
That thou must droop, and die?
Still blending on thy fair young cheek,
The rose and lily vie.

But burning fever is the root
From whence those roses spring;
While pain and suffering, on thy brow,
Those snowy lilies fling.





(The end)
Sarah S. Mower's poem: To A Sister While Dangerously Ill

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