In fairest forms hath half her zest.

For Charlie’s sake this bird’s caressed, 75

That death left lonely in the nest;

For Charlie’s sake my heart is dressed,

As for its birthday, in its best;

For Charlie’s sake we leave the rest

To Him who gave, and who did take, 80

And saved us twice, for Charlie’s sake.

John Williamson Palmer.

CCXCIV
THE LEGEND OF THE STEPMOTHER.