Thus my sister Edna prayed—
"Oh, forgive me!" "Edna! Edna!"
That was all my mother said.
But she oped her arms unto her,
Drew her upward to her breast,
And in fair and tearful beauty
Bowed that gentle head to rest.
"Well I loved Lord Ronald, mother,
Ay, far better than my life;
Home I come to thee," said Edna,