A fitting through her guilty mind:
And then she spoke at last:
"Oh, Sadie, Sadie, what a blot
Upon my mother's past;
It stings within my guilty heart,
And would to God I now could part
With half the pain I feel—
The balm of Christ could scarcely heal."
She stooped, and silently did press
Her fresh and rosy lips
Upon the little mound of grass
"Beneath—dear mother sleeps."
Then Sarah, with most tender words,
Pressed Sadie to her breast
And with a fervent, heartfelt plea,
Prayed both them to be blest.
When they returned unto their home,
Their friendship sealed with silent love,
They could not bear to be alone;
They felt a power from up above.