Under the cedar shade: where he is gone,
Thither I go. There will my sisters be,
And the dead parents, lisping at whose knee
My childhood’s prayer was learn’d—the Saviour’s prayer
Which now ye know—and I shall meet you there.
Father and gentle mother! ye have bound
The bruisèd reed, and mercy shall be found
By Mercy’s children.” From the matron’s eye
Dropp’d tears, her sole and passionate reply.
But Edith felt them not; for now a sleep