Knelt to say their evening prayer to me,
I looked up and saw Sir Arthur near.
There he waited till their low “Amen;”
Stopp’d their rosy lips raised for “good night!”
Drew them with a fond clasp, close and near,
As he bade them stay with him, and hear
Something that would make his heart more light.
Little Olga crept into his arms;
Arthur leant upon his shoulder; May
Knelt beside him, with her earnest eyes