XLII

'Ha! ha!' said she, 'I knew not this hard life,

      I thought the worst was simple misery;

I thought some Fate with pleasure or with strife

      Portion'd us—happy days, or else to die;

But there is crime—a brother's bloody knife!

      Sweet Spirit, thou hast school'd my infancy:

I 'll visit thee for this, and kiss thine eyes,

And greet thee morn and even in the skies.'