In bygone years thy name was heard
It lived on memory's faithful page
Twas hallowed by a holy word
Thy mothers name received again.
That though her form was never seen
Her eyes, ne're looked with love on me;
Yet in my fancies I would deem
Thy youngest sister dear to thee.
And when the dust reclaimed its own,
And anguished hearts a mother mourn!
Our tears have mingled with the moan
'Our mother and our father gone'! !
But now dear E. thy form is known,
Affection's light thine eye hath fill'd
Life with its memories must have flown
In death this heart must now be still'd-
Ere thou dear Elinor will be forgotten or not
Loved by your aunt Jane.
Greenwich Manse
February 1851
This poem seems to have been written by Elinor's Aunt Jane. It would be interesting to find out if Jane was a sister of her father, or her mother.
Wonderful collection of old poems. You are doing the world a service by sharing them here. I want the world to know that I have seen the book that contains these poems and heard the story of how it was obtained. I feel that it was something of a miracle that the book fell into your hands, Hank, and did not end up on the rubbish pile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating stuff! Give us more!