'TIS WHEN NO TRIFLER LINGERS.
I
She is not nam'd, when those are near
Whose cold hearts condemn the tear
That still is shed for one so dear.
Say not, she is not nam'd among us—
You little dream how much you wrong us.
She is not nam'd when those are near, &c.
II
Some may be forc'd in smiles to dress
The mem'ry of a past distress,
Think you that they feel the less?
Oh! do not say that we forget her,
Be silent 'till you know us better.
She is not nam'd when those are near, &c.
III
'Tis when no trifler lingers near,
With apathy our words to hear,
We breathe the name of one so dear.
We mourn her still, we name her only
When all around is sad and lonely.
She is not nam'd when those are near, &c.