One, Named Mary

The children played in a garden,In the garden the little ones played,But one, named Mary, wandered apartInto the silent shade.One, named Mary, a little child,Alone in the shadow strayed.

And they called to her with laughter;"Of what art thou afraid?"But she wept, and weeping lingered,Yet knew not why she stayed,—One, named Mary, a little childUnder a thorn-tree's shade.