Linger then anear my side—
’Mid them all I see my sister
Through the misty visions glide.
In her love, and in her beauty,
Softly, slowly doth she glide,
O’er the pathway of my day-dream,
As a moon-beam on the tide;
And she whispers close beside me,
Meekly soft, and kindly low,
Words, that kindle up my heart-hopes,