1 o Kevlaar one hobbled on crutches,be walks tight-rope to-day,and this one plays on the viol,whose fingers helpless lay.

The mother took a taper,and made thereof a heart.

“ Take this to Mary Mother,

and She will heal thy smart.”

The son took sighing the wax heart,sig hin g to Mary did fare,from his eyes the tears were springing,from the wells of his heart a prayer.