Chapter 11 She is Going

For their elder sisters hair Martha does a wreath prepare Of bridal rose, ornate and gay: To-morrow is the wedding day. She is going Mary, youngest of the three, Laughing idler, full of glee, Arm in arm does fondly chain her, Thinking, poor trifler, to detain her-- She is going Vex not, maidens, nor regret Thus to part with Margaret. Charms like yours can never stay Long within doors: and one day She is going