"HIDING E'EN FROM THE DARK HIS FACE."
But the mother drew the girl to her breast,
And gave to her spirit words of rest:
Come to my lap, my wee-grown baby; rest you upon my knee;
You have been traveling toward the light, and drawing away from me;
You turned your face from my dark path to catch the light o' the sun,
And 'tis no more nor less, my child, than children ever have done.
So you joined hands with one you loved, when we to the cross-road came,
And went your way, as Heaven did say, and who but Heaven to blame?
You must not weep that he you chose was all the time untrue,