That humble hearth nor evil fortune knew,
Nor discontent. Long time the children sought
For tidings of the lost; yet heard they naught;
But sometimes, of a winter eventide,
When all was bright within, the children thought
That, when they called up through the chimney wide,
Thence, with a gentle purr, their olden friend replied.
[WAIFS]
Wept the Child that no one knew,