In the springlight, when the rosebuds hide the thorns upon the briar.
II.
In the lamplight:—
With a proud defiant beauty, Mab, the fallen, flaunts along,
Speaking sin’s words, wildly laughing, she who sang that Paschal song,
And a mother lies a-dying in the cottage far away,
And a father cries to Heaven, “Thou hast said, ‘I will repay.’”
III.
In the moonlight:—
By the gravestone in the churchyard, Mabel, where her mother sleeps,