In a strange, low whisper, to the dead,
“God knows, love, I did it for the best!”
And he wept—O yes, I will be just—
When I brought the children to him there,
Wondering sorrow in their baby eyes;
And he sooth’d them with his fond replies
Bidding me give double love and care.
Ah, I loved them well for her dear sake:
Little Arthur, with his serious air;
May, with all her mother’s pretty ways,