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My Sister.

  
  
   
 
  
 
 
 
   
 
  
 
 
 
 

 

BY THEODORE THINEER,

 

Ir is twilight, and I am alone. Now come before
me, from the spirit land, the forms of those I love.
I am no longer alone. Though the busy, bustling,
visible world is shut out from the mind, familiar
faces, long missed from earth, hover near me, and
look kindly upon me. My sister! I see her glad
smiles, hear her accents of love, converse with her,
as in earlier days, ere her spirit departed. O this
still, serious, solemn hour of twilight! I bless my
heavenly Father for the associations which cluster
around it, for the thoughts of the past which it calls
up, for the images of loved and lost ones which it

  

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