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I / My sister! my sweet sister! if a name / Dearer and purer were, it should be thine, / Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim / No tears, but tenderness to answer mine, / Go where I will, to me thou art the same / A loved regret which I would not resign, / There yet are two things in my destiny- / A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
II / The first were nothing-had I still the last, / It were the haven of my happiness, / But other claims and other ties thou hast, / And mine is not the wish to make them less.