To My Sisters. Poem by Susan Evance

COME, let us roam the mountains o'er,
And trip the dewy ground,
Bath'd in elysian gales, that pour
Their streams of freshness round.

Come, let us gaze on Nature's scene;
And grateful taste from thence
The sweet, the pure delight serene
Of hope and innocence.

My Friends- my Sisters! happy we,
Together thus to dwell,
With Health, Content, and Liberty,
In Nature's simple cell!

O may our mutual love increase
With each succeeding day;
And still upon the wings of peace
Our moments glide away!