You remember--don't you, brother--
In our early years,
The counsels of our poor, dear mother,
And her hopes and fears?
She told us to love one another--
Brother, dry your tears!
We are only two, dear brother,
In his babel wide!
In the churchyard sleeps poor mother,
By our father's side!--
Then let us cherish one another
Till in death we bide.
The Sister's Appeal. A Fragment
George Pope Morris
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Poem topics: I love you, death, father, remember, wide, early, cherish, love, mother, poor, dear, brother, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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