Farewell

My brother George has gone from me,
Far away o'er the trackless sea.
His gladdening voice I hear not now,
I see not the light of his sunny brow.
My cheeks with lonely tears are wet;
But go where he will he will love me yet.
O Thou whose blessings the heart enlarge,
Keep from all evil my brother George!

1842.

Nora Pembroke

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A Satire. A Humble Imitation.

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The Song Of The Bereaved.

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Alas, My Brother!

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We waited for him, and the anxious days
    Melted to years and floated slowly by
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The Orphan's Good-Bye.

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The drift flies fast upon the blast,
The naked trees moan shiveringly.

The sun is gone, by mists withdrawn,
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The earth turns white, against the night,
The laden winds drive furiously.

The flowers are slain that graced the plain,
The earth is locked wi' bitter frost;
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From bright, familiar eyes.
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Is leaping o'er the sea,
Far away, far away.

Farewell, my mother fond,
Too kind, too good to me;
Nor pearl nor diamond
Would pay my debt to thee.
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