He takes the Book, and opens at the place—
No need to ask her which her favorite psalm;
And, as he reads, upon her tortured face
There comes a holy rapture, deep and calm.
She murmurs softly with him as he reads
(She can repeat the Psalter through at will);
“He feeds me in green pastures, and He leads,
He leads me forth beside the waters still.”
The reading’s done, and now the prayer is said;
He bids farewell, and leaves her to her pain;