Part 14 (1/1)

”Ay, twenty years,” she sadly sighed: ”I promised mother every year That I would pray for father here, As she had prayed, the night she died:

”To pray as she prayed, fervidly; As she had proe day, For hiht be”

Then she was still; then sudden she Let fall her eyes, and so outspake As if her very heart would break, Her proud lips tre piteously:

”And whether he corave, May God forgive ave!”

He saw the stone; he understood With that quick knowledge that will come Most quick when men are made most dumb With terror that stops still the blood

And then a blindness slowly fell On soul and body; but his hands Held tight his bags, two iron bands, As if to bear them into hell

He sank upon the nameless stone With oh such sad, such piteous ht seek to know Fro foe

He sighed at last, so long, so deep, As one heart breaking in one's sleep,-- One long, last, weary, willing sigh, As if it were a grace to die

And then his hands, like loosened bands, Hung down, hung down on either side; His hands hung down and opened wide: He rested in the orange lands

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