I may have failed in everything else, but not in loving.

Oh, little one, it can't be that I am not to be with you, and not to have you for my own! And yet how can that be?
It is not I who may hold you in my arms.

Some strong man must love and wrap you round with tenderness and softness.

You little independent child, in spite of all your wonderful views and theories, you will soon be glad to lean on some one for comfort and sympathy.

And then perhaps that troubled little spirit of yours may find its rest.