I’m woe and weary grown!”
“O! lady, we live where woe never is,
In a land to flesh unknown.”
There came a shape that seemed to her
As a rainbow ’mang the rain;
And sair these sweet babes pled for her,
And they pled and pled in vain.
“And O! and O!” said the youngest babe,
“My mother maun come in.”
“And O! and O!” said the eldest babe,