Yet is Maremna now no more a child,
Nor guileless with the innocence of youth.
Hers it has been to roam God’s mighty world,
And learn the ways and woful deeds of men,
And, weary with her world-wide pilgrimage,
Maremna’s steps have sought her early haunts,
Hoping for rest where childhood once did play.
Rest for Maremna!
An idle thought; a foolish sentiment!
Unto the brain which God has bidden “Think”