NO NAME 



"A stone upon her heart and head, 



But no name written on that stone ; 

 Sweet neighbours whisper low instead, 



This sinner was a loving one." — Mrs Browning. 



'Tis a nameless stone that stands at your 

 head — 

 The gusts In the gloomy gorges whirl, 

 Brown leaves and red till they cover your 

 bed- 

 Now I trust that your sleep is a sound one, 

 girl ! 



I said in my wrath, when his shadow cross'd 

 From yourgarden gate to your cottage door, 



" What does it matter for one soul lost ? 

 Millions of souls have been lost before." 



Yet I warn'd you — ah ! but my words came 

 true — 

 *' Perhaps some day you will find him out." 

 He who was not worthy to loosen your shoe, 

 Does his conscience therefore prick him ? 

 I doubt. 



You laugh'd and were deaf to my warning 

 voice — 



Blush'd and were blind to his cloven hoof — 



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