Green with the moss of years, and subject only
To the soft handling of the Elements:
There let the relic lie—fond thought—vain words!
Forgive them—never did my steps approach
This humble door but she who dwelt within
Forgive them;—never—never did my steps
Approach this door but she who dwelt within
Forgive them for the sake of her who dwelt
Within these walls, who here so oft hath giv'n
To me a daughter's greeting; and I loved her