To childhood in his child;
And stooped and caught him to his breast,
Laughed loud and wept anon,
And with a shower of kisses pressed
The darling little one.
“And where went Jane?”—“To a nunnery, Sir—
Look not again so pale—
Kinghorn’s old dame grew harsh to her.”—
“And has she ta’en the veil?”—
“Sit down, Sir,” said the priest, “I bar