A Sister's Counsel

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Title:     A Sister's Counsel
Author: Sarah S. Mower [More Titles by Mower]

"Be cheerful," thou saidst; that sweet sentence I heard,
Though filled with emotion, I spake not a word;
'Twas music, more soothing than steals through the trees
With green tresses waving in twilight's cool breeze.

"Be cheerful," thou saidst, when about to depart.
In tones that said plainly, we come from the heart.
We think of thee sister, when absent or here,
And wish not thine eye to be dimmed by a tear.

"Be cheerful," thou saidst, but, O how can I be,
When thou, my dear sister, art absent from me?
Sweet home looks so vacant, so lonely and drear,
I cannot be cheerful as when thou art here.

"Be cheerful," thou saidst, when about to depart,
And conscious that grief was oppressing my heart.
I thank thee, my sister, thy counsel was good,
I fain would obey thee, I wish that I could.

[The end]
Sarah S. Mower's poem: Sister's Counsel

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