THE PET-NAME. the name Which from THEIR lips seemed a caress. MISS MITFORD'S Dramatic Scenes. I. I HAVE a name, a little name, Unhonoured by ancestral claim, II. It never did to pages wove III. Though I write books, it will be read And afterward, when I am dead, Will ne'er be graved for sight or tread, Across my funeral-stone. IV. This name, whoever chance to call, The sudden tears within. V. Is there a leaf that greenly grows VI. Is there a word, or jest, or game, But time incrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same? And so to me my very name Assumes a mournful sound. VII. My brother gave that name to me That life had any pain. VIII. No shade was on us then, save one Of chestnuts from the hill; And through the word our laugh did run As part thereof: the mirth being done, He calls me by it still. IX. Nay, do not smile! I hear in it The talk upon the willow seat, X. I hear the birthday's noisy bliss, My father's praise, I did not miss, The poet at his knee, XI. And voices which, to name me, aye To some I never more can say In heaven these drops of weeping. XII. My name to me a sadness wears ⚫ Now God be thanked for these thick tears XIII. Now God be thanked for years enwrought Now God be thanked for every thought Earth's guerdon of regret. XIV. Earth saddens, never shall remove And e'en that mortal grief shall prove And heighten it with Heaven. THE MOURNING MOTHER. (OF THE DEAD BLIND.) 141 I. Dost thou weep, mourning mother, That thou canst no more show him The sunshine, by the heat; The river's silver flowing, By murmurs at his feet? The foliage, by its coolness; His meek blind eyes again,— Closed doorways which were folded, And prayed against in vain— |