All earthly things are but a shade
Through which she looks at things above,
And sees the holy Mother-maid,
Athwart her mother's glance of love.

She seems celestial songs to hear,
And virgin souls are whispering near.
Till by her radiant smile deceived,
I say, "Young angel, lately given,
When was thy martyrdom achieved?
And what name lost thou bear in heaven?"

_Dublin University Magazine_.




BALLADES.--1823-28.



THE GRANDMOTHER

_("Dors-tu? mere de notre mere.")_

[III., 1823.]

"To die--to sleep."--SHAKESPEARE.