“Sing once again the song you sang for Zeke.” he said.
And she began softly in her true, clear voice:—
“From tired joy and grief afar,
And nearer Thee,
Father, where Thine own children are
I love to be!”
“Amen,” breathed Mr. Evringham.
“Sing once again the song you sang for Zeke.” he said.
And she began softly in her true, clear voice:—
“From tired joy and grief afar,
And nearer Thee,
Father, where Thine own children are
I love to be!”
“Amen,” breathed Mr. Evringham.