I lost my heart to your heartless sire
(’Twas melted away by his looks of fire),
Forgot my God, and my father’s ire,
All for the sake of a man’s desire;
But now we’ll go
Where the waters flow,
And make our bed where none shall know.”
—“The Mother’s Last Song.”—Barry Cornwall.
“How shall we order the child, and how shall we do.”—Judges xiii. 12.
