Was It Right to Forgive? A Domestic Romance

by Amelia E. Barr

Sees, some morning unaware,

That the lowest boughs, and the brush-wood sheaf

Round the elm tree bole, are in tiny leaf;

While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough,

In England—now!’”

“There is somewhere a still finer home-thought,” said Harry. “I remember learning it when I was at college;” and as Adriana looked backward and smiled, and the Professor nodded approval, and Miss Alida said, “Let us have the lines, Harry,” he repeated them without much self-consciousness, and with a great deal of spirit:

“‘Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the westward died away;

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;

Bluish ’mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;

In the dimmest north-east distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;