Chapter 16 No.16

To Philip, Mildred was a child,

Or a fair angel, to be kept

From all things earthly undenied,

One who upon his bosom slept,

And only waked to be beguiled

From loneliness and homely care

By love's unfailing ministry;

No toil of his was she to share,

No burden hers, that should not be

Left for his stronger hands to bear.