(O Mother, Mary Mother,
Hour blest and bannd, between Hell and Heaven!)
"Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did glow,
Sister Helen,
'Neath the bridal-wreath three days ago."
"One morn for pride and three days for woe,
Little brother."
(O Mothery Mary Mother
Three days, three nights, between Hell and Heaven!)
"Her clasped hands stretch from her bending head,