WHEN have I known a boy Kinder than this my daughter, or his kiss More filial, or the clasping of his joy Closer than this?" Thus did a mother think; And yet her daughter had been long away, Estranged, on other business; but the link Was fast to-day. This mother, who was she? I know she was the earth, she was the land. Her daughter, a gay girl, toiled happily, Sheaves in her hand. |