Wild as a cold, o'er prairies bounding free,
The wakened spirit of the Boy doth spring,
Spurning the rein authority would fling,
And striving with his peers for mastery;
But in the household gathering let him see
His Sister's winning smile, and it will bring
A change o'er all his nature; patiently,
As cagéd bird, that never used its wing,
He turns him to the tasks that she doth share-
His better feelings kindle by her side-
Visions of angel beauty fill the air,-
And she may summon such to be his guide:-
Our Saviour listened to a Sister's prayer,
When, 'Lazarus, from the tomb come forth!' he cried.