As streams at morn, from seas that glide,
Rejoicing on their sparkling way,
Will turn again at eventide,
To mingle with their kindred spray--
Even so the currents of the soul,
Dear sister, wheresoe'er we rove,
Will backward to our country roll,
The boundless ocean of our love.
You northern star, now burning bright,
The guide by which the wave-tossed steer,
Beams not with a more constant light
Than does thy love, my sister dear.
From stars above the streams below
Receive the glory they impart;
So, sister, do thy virtues glow
Within the mirror of my heart.
The Exile To His Sister
George Pope Morris
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Poem topics: I love you, heart, light, mirror, ocean, star, soul, receive, guide, bright, country, constant, I miss you, dear, sister, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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