To a Brother Going to California
Do not ask these lips to utter
What my heart can ne'er approve;
I would break the spell that thralls thee,
With a sister's fondest love.
In thy breast high hopes are swelling,
Visions bright of future years;
But to me how dark the picture!
Full of anxious thoughts and fears.
Thou wilt say my fears are groundless,
And perhaps it may be so; —
Mine may be a selfish feeling,
But I cannot bid thee go.
Thou whose kind reproof has saved me
Many an hour of deep regret —
Thou whose voice hath soothed and cheered me —
No! I cannot lose thee yet!
But I fear that I may wrong thee,
While I bid thee linger here;
Go! and, if I must resign thee,
God protect thee, brother dear!
I will hush each sad emotion,
Though thy absence give me pain;
'Tis enough — be thine the treasure
Thou wilt lose so much to gain.
What my heart can ne'er approve;
I would break the spell that thralls thee,
With a sister's fondest love.
In thy breast high hopes are swelling,
Visions bright of future years;
But to me how dark the picture!
Full of anxious thoughts and fears.
Thou wilt say my fears are groundless,
And perhaps it may be so; —
Mine may be a selfish feeling,
But I cannot bid thee go.
Thou whose kind reproof has saved me
Many an hour of deep regret —
Thou whose voice hath soothed and cheered me —
No! I cannot lose thee yet!
But I fear that I may wrong thee,
While I bid thee linger here;
Go! and, if I must resign thee,
God protect thee, brother dear!
I will hush each sad emotion,
Though thy absence give me pain;
'Tis enough — be thine the treasure
Thou wilt lose so much to gain.
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