“The sweetest name this earth around,
The sweetest word in all speech found,
Is ‘Mother!’
Yes; none so deep and tender seems,
Comes quicklier, with such fond thoughts teems,
As ‘Mother!’
And most of all, its music shows,
Lisped from a baby’s lips of rose,
‘Ah, Mother!’
Laughed from a baby’s lightsome eye,
Babbled from heart of infancy,
‘My Mother!’
Yes; she to whom the dear name’s said
Has all her life great goodlihead
As ‘Mother!’
But whoso had it, and has lost,
Sees earthly happiness quite crossed—
Sad Mother!”
—Translated by Sir Edwin Arnold.
There is also another poem with the title—
MY OLD AND NEW HOME.
“Full many a grave in Monrepos
O’er which the forest boughs are tost,
Argues the grief that rends my heart
For those whom I have loved and lost.
But Monrepos proclaimed me his,
My lord’s, till soul and body part;
Divinely sent he came, and I
Became the chosen of his heart.
All this thou silent grove with me
In solemn sympathy hast seen;
The rest was shrouded from thy gaze,
For many a league lay stretched between.