By day, in my fancy, thy image I see,
And sleep brings refreshment when dreaming of thee.
A SISTER'S COUNSEL.
"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.