Two Poems

 

These are headed, in the writing of Rev Walter B Harris “Poems by my great-uncle, Ernest Birch, to his sister, my grandmother”; however, the name at the foot of each poem is “Ellen Birch”, and the content also suggests her authorship.  They are both addressed to Lillian Garland Birch, wife of Thomas Walter Moores.

 

My dear Lilly,

 

I rejoice to be here, this Jubilee year,

To give you your birthday greeting

May the day be one of joy, with your girl and your boy

And your husband, occasionally meeting.

 

As this Jubilee year does not often appear

We want to do something rare

So have sent for your view and to be of use too

A Jubilee cushion for chair.

 

As I do not forget the sweet little ????

I send a Jubilee dress

To wear to the beach when so far she can reach

For much she loves it, I guess.

 

May your Jubilee boy grow up a great joy

To you both, is my earnest prayer;

May you all happy be, live your own jubilee to see

The mother will not be there.

 

But we will not be sad, but rather be glad

And thankful, that I am still here

To greet you today, and for happiness pray,

All thro’ the Jubilee year.

 

Southsea, June 1887              Ellen Birch

Copied Aug ’28 Marina Lash

 

 

 

Dear Lilly,

 

Tomorrow is your Wedding Day[1]

But I do not think that you will care

To drive as old John Gilpin[2] did,

But in a chaise and pair.

 

Though your beloved, like John Gilpin,

Is a tradesman of renown,

Yet you are down at Southsea

And he is up in Town.

 

So he cannot kiss his loving wife

Tho’ glad enough to find

That while on pleasure he is bent

His wife the shop can mind.

 

Well, do not fret if he’s not home;

No doubt but he will pray

That you and his two bonny bairns

May spend a happy day.

 

Should he forget midst London sights

The day to him most dear

‘Tis not because he loves you less

To all that is most dear.

 

Your Mother, tho’, will ne’er forget

Should she grow old and silly

That Oct – month – and day 14[3]

Deprived her of her Lilly.

 

Then thank the Lord she’s here today

To write this little sonnet

And send to you, as wedding gift,

For Mabel dear, a bonnet.

 

Ellen Birch                Southsea, Oct 1888

Copied Aug 1928 Mama Lash

 



[1] Anniversary

 

[2] A celebrated poem of the time “The Ballad of John Gilpin”, involved riding at breakneck pace.

[3] Should really be the 28th - Perhaps TWM was not away on the Anniversary, after all!