Luke's wife

Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
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Sing, said Luke Greville, as he leant on his oars and looked at his wife sitting in the stern of the boat.
And Rachel sang.
The boat lay almost still in the silver pathway flung by the moon across the sea. There was scarcely a ripple.
Rachel's voice trembled a little when she began to sing, as a sense of mystery and wonder enveloped her. The dark sea beyond them; the earnest face of her husband lit up by the moonlight; the fact that they were quite alone on the vast waste of water, combined to fill her with awe and to make her voice a little unsteady for a moment.
Her singing thrilled her husband as he sat listening. His dream had come true; and this last evening of their honeymoon they were alone on the sea; in quiet; with God.
Rachel sang; and these were the words that she sang:—
And love is God, and God is love, And earth beneath and Heaven above Are swathed in it and bathed in it; For every flower of tender grace Hath God and Love writ on its face, And silver shining stars on high Spell Love and God across the sky.
When the last note of her song trembled away across the waters, there was silence between them while they looked at one another as only those who love and trust can look. Words were not needed between them. They were so absolutely united in spirit that outward expression of their love was unnecessary.
Then Luke took up his oars and rowed vigorously towards land.
All things must have an end, he said, even the happiest honeymoon that was ever spent. I suppose we must go back to our rooms.