Correspondence

155.  Mary Moulton-Barrett to EBB

As published in The Brownings’ Correspondence, 1, 152–153.

[Hope End]

To my own beloved Elizabeth.

March 6th 1822

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Fondly I would invoke Parnassus heights

To bless me with one strain of love to thee,

Unheard my prayer– chill silence sadly blights

Th’ ambitious hope so vainly formed by me!

 

But tho’ the magic of thy own loved Muse

Be to my lay, for ever thus denied

Tho’ she the concord of her lyre refuse

Won by thy hand, it is much more my pride!

 

On thee, my dearly loved, the tuneful nine

All emulous have smiled, in reasons dawn,

And sought in thy sad sufferings to entwine

The cheering laurel, with thy couch of thorn!

 

But tho’ thus cradled in th’ “enchanting shell”

Lulled by th’ Æolian lyre thy infant rest,

Strong tho’ the charm of genius’ magic spell,

’Tis not for this thy Mother loves thee best!

 

More dear to her the unrepining smile

Which radiant in thy suffering brow does shine,

The patience that could months of pain beguile

The Christians peace! sure pledge of love divine!

 

For this her heart in thankfulness is raised

To Him who gives the sorrow & its balm

Well, for affliction, may His name be praised

While Resignation brings thee, Heaven-sent calm!

 

Thus richly blessed! child of my fondest love

What would thy Mother’s prayer add to thy store?

But that returning health, may gladly prove

“Mercy that does so much, can still do more.”

 

And while thy Parents bless thy natal day

Hushed be each sigh, & dried be every tear,

While Hope shall cheering shed her brightest ray

On Health & peace thy lot! for many a year!

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If a darkened room [1] did not conceal my blushes, I should not find courage to send these uncouth lines to my dearest Ba! but critic as she is, the hasty & faulty effort shall go, for it comes from the heart & disowns all connection with the head!– Vanity makes only one clause, & that is, that no one sees it but your own dear self—on this, I must be peremptory—

Homer himself could not tell you how earnestly I wish you many happy years, nor how dear you are to your fondly attached

Mother.

Excuse a trembling hand!–

Address, on integral page: To / My dearest Ba.

Publication: None traced.

Manuscript: British Library.

1. Septimus had been born less than a month before. Apparently Mary Moulton-Barrett was still recuperating.

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