But his words are drowned in the wind's course." "Nay hear, nay hear, you must hear perforce, Little brother!" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, What word now heard, between Hell and Heaven?_) "Oh he says that Keith of Ewern's cry, Sister Helen, Is ever to see you ere he die." "In all that his soul sees, there am I, Little brother!" (_O Mother y Mary Mother y The souls one sight, between Hell and Heaven!_) "He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne." "What else he broke will he 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, You pardon him in his mortal pain." "What else he took will he give again, Little brother?" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Not twice to give, between Hell and Heaven!_) "He calls your name in an agony, Sister Helen, That even dead Love must weep to see." "Hate, born of Love, is blind as he, Little brother!" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Love turned to hate, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white hair on the blast." "The short short hour will soon be past, Little brother!" (_O Mother y Mary Mother, Will soon be past, between Hell and Heaven!_) "He looks at me and he tries to speak, Sister Helen, But oh! his voice is sad and weak!" "What here should the mighty Baron seek, Little brother?" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Is this the end, between Hell and Heaven?_) "Oh his son still cries, if you forgive, Sister Helen, The body dies but the soul shall live." "Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Little brother!" (_O Mothery Mary Mother, As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive, Sister Helen, To save his dear sons soul alive.'' "Fire cannot slay it, it shall thrive, Little brother!" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Alas y alas y between Hell and Heaven!_) "He cries to you, kneeling in the road, Sister Helen, To go with him for the love of God!" "The way is long to his son's abode, Little brother." (_O Mother, Mary Mother, The way is long9 between Hell and Heaven!_) "A lady's here, by a dark steed brought, Sister Helen, So darkly clad, I saw her not." "See her now or never see aught, Little brother!" (+O Mothery Mary Mother, What more to see, between Hell and Heaven?_) "Her hood falls back, and the moon shines fair, Sister Helen, On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair." "Blest hour of my power and her despair, Little brother!"