31 JULY 1886, Page 18

POETRY.

TO MY MOTHER.

(TRINSLATZ.D FROM HEINE.)

I LEFT thee once in mad desire to find

The Love for which my spirit yearned with pain, At many a door I knocked and knocked in vain, Craving Love's alms which none to grant inclined,

Bat laughing, treated me with cold disdain ;— Yet still I wandered, eager in the quest, For ever seeking, and for aye nnblest,

Since no one gave the boon for which I pined. Then, Mother ! turning to my home I went With weary steps and sorrow-numbing care, And lo ! my pain was loot in sweet content, For what I sought came to me unaware; In the dear eyes that on thy son were bent All I had asked I found, for Love was there.

JOHN DENNIS.