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.