And though the waves do beat them high
And wash o’er and o’er the prow,
Fear thee not, for Truth saileth on.
Set thy beacon, then, to crafts not thine,
For thou hast a light for man.
“There, thou knowest me. I tell thee I speak unto him who hath truth for his very own. Set thee aweave.”
The sitters complied and received about six hundred words of the story, after which Mrs. X. took the board, remarking as she did so that she was afraid, which elicited this observation from Patience:
“She setteth aside the stream and seeth the craft afloat and be at wishing for to sail, and yet she would to see her who steereth.”
Mrs. X. gave up her place to Miss B., a teacher of botany, to whom Patience presented this tribute:
“The eye o’ her seeth but beauties and shutteth up that which showeth darked, that that not o’ beautie setteth not within the see o’ her. Yea, more; she knoweth how ’tis the dark and what showeth not o’ beauty, at His touching showeth lovely for the see o’ her.