Pain and sorrow for your mother’s sake,
And none knew it but herself alone.
“Then she travell’d far away, and none
The strange mystery of her absence knew,
Margaret’s secret thought was never told:
Even your mother thought her changed and cold,
And for many years I thought so too.
“She was gone; and then your mother took
That poor gift which Margaret cast aside:
Flower, or toy, or trinket, matters not—