Lilliore

I heard a soft voice murmur “LILLIORE!”
     So sweet a name, methought, should be for one
     Whose very presence is a benison—
Whose smile, like sunshine, warms the spirit’s core,
And feeds the heart long versed in sorrow’s lore
     With thought of love—for one in whom are blent
     White chastity, sad pity, meek content,
Divinest charity, hope, faith, and more
     Of heavenly essences than may be kept
     In earthly vessels by the rude winds swept
Of pride or passion. Lovely names should be 
     For loveliest natures—and ‘t were most unmeet
     That one whose life gave out no music sweet,
Should wear a title born of harmony!