To Miss Jane A. Andrews
"The Exile to His Sister" (26 May 1851)
Ballad
Words by George Pope Morris, 1802-1864
Music by William Vincent Wallace, 1812-1865
[Arranged for the Spanish Guitar by William Dressler
from "The Popular Compositions of Wm. Vincent Wallace
Arranged for the Spanish Guitar by Wm. Dressler." No. 2 of 8.]

New York: William Hall & Son, 239 Broadway
Plate No. 969 [1052]
[Source: 670470@LoC]

1.
As streams at morn from seas that glide,
Rejoicing on their sparkling way,
Will turn again at eventide
To mingle with their native spray;
E'en so the currents of the soul,
Dear, sister, where so 'er we rove,
Will backward to our kindred roll,
The boundless ocean of our love.
  Will backward to our kindred roll,
  The boundless ocean of our love.

2.
Yon northern star, now burning bright,
The tource by which the wave-toss'd steer,
Burns not with more unwav'ring light
Than does thy love, my sister dear.
From stars above the streams below
Receive the glory they impart,
So, sister, do thy virtues glow
Within the mirror of my heart.
  So, sister, do thy virtues glow
  Within the mirror of my heart.