"These tears you have drawn from me are pearls of memory and drops of balm to my sore, tried heart.

I, too, have lived and struggled in a by-gone world.

I had a lovely child; she made me rich in my poverty, and happy in my homelessness.

She left me--" "Poor Mr.Hope!" "Then I went abroad, drudged in foreign mines, came home and saw my child again in you.

I need no fairy's wand to revive the past; you are my fairy--your sweet words recall those by-gone scenes; and wealth, ambition, all I live for now, vanish into smoke.