...join, Little brother Г (0 Mother, Mary Motlier, Oh, never more, betwecn ¡iell and heaven /) ' Ho calls your name in an agony, Sister Helen, That even...weep to see.' ' Hate, born of love, is blind as he, Littlo brother ! ' (0 Matker, Mary Mother. Love turned to hate, between hell and heaven !) 'Oh, it's...

...' What else he took will he give again, Little brother ?' (O Mother, Mary Mother, No more, no more, between Hell and Heaven /) ' He calls your name in...weep to see.' ' Hate, born of Love, is blind as he, ' Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white hair on the blast.'...

...he ever join, Little brother ? " (0 Mother, Mary Mother, Oh never more, between Hell and Heaven /) " He yields you these, and craves full fain, Sister...give again, Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, No more, no more, between Hell and Heaven /) " He calls your name in an agony, Sister Helen, That even...

...ruthless, sometimes ironical comment in which she conveys her refusal. " ' He calls your name in his agony. Sister Helen. That even dead love must weep...as he, Little brother !' {O mother, Mary mother-, Lme turned to hale, between hell and heaven I) ' Ob ! be prays you, as his heart would rive. Sister...

...he ever join, Little brother ? " (O Mary, Mary Mother, Oh, never more, between Hell and Heaven .') " He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen,...he took will he give again, Little brother ? " (O Mary, Mary Mother, No more again, between Hell and Heaven .') " He calls your name in an agony, Sister...

...mortal pain.' ' What else he took will he give again, Little brother ?' '• (O Mother, Mary Mother, ' He calls your name in an agony, Sister Helen, That...brother!' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Love turned to hate, betiveen Hell and Heaven /) ' Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen, For I know...

...will he ever join, Little brother?" (0 Mother, Mary Mother, Oh never more between hell and heaven !) " e I for the wreaths that can only give glory? 0 Fame!...Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases (0 Mother, Mary Mother, No more, no inore, between hell and heaven !) " He calls your name in an agony,...

...join ? Little brother ! " (O Mother, Mary Mother ! No ! never join'd, between Hell and Heaven !) " He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen...he, Little brother ! " (O Mother, Mary Mother ! Love turn'd to hate, between Hell and Heaven !) " O it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen...

...ever join, Little brother ? ' (0 Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven !) " ' He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen,...else he took will he give again, Little brother?' (0 Mother, Mary Mother, Not twice to give, between Hell and Heaven !) " ' He calls your name in an...

...ever join, Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven /) " He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen,...weep to see." " Hate, born of Love, is blind as he, "Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white hair on the blast."...