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BROTHER AND SISTER.
BROTHER AND SISTER.
He sat on the lofty highlands,
Or climbed to the eagle's nest;
Wore the mountain rose in his helmet,
The chamois skin on his breast;
He laughed at the vivid lightning,
Shrank not at the thunder's roar;
And his dark eye flashed when the wild sea-waves
Burst on the frightened shore.
Or climbed to the eagle's nest;
Wore the mountain rose in his helmet,
The chamois skin on his breast;
He laughed at the vivid lightning,
Shrank not at the thunder's roar;
And his dark eye flashed when the wild sea-waves
Burst on the frightened shore.
She was a meek-eyed woman;
She lingered in lowly vales,
And gathered the dew-wet daisies
That grew in the sunny dales;
She trembled when raged the tempest,
And paled at the angry sea;
For her soul was attuned to the low, soft strains
Of Love's sweet melody.
She lingered in lowly vales,
And gathered the dew-wet daisies
That grew in the sunny dales;
She trembled when raged the tempest,
And paled at the angry sea;
For her soul was attuned to the low, soft strains
Of Love's sweet melody.
He fought for the love of conquest,
Was first in the battle's brunt;
He bore down the mail-clad warriors,
Like deer in the forest hunt;
And they crowned his brow with laurel,
Thundered his fame to the world,
And wrote his name, in letters of fire,
On the flag his valor unfurled.
Was first in the battle's brunt;
He bore down the mail-clad warriors,
Like deer in the forest hunt;
And they crowned his brow with laurel,
Thundered his fame to the world,
And wrote his name, in letters of fire,
On the flag his valor unfurled.
