“The earth in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing,”
he quoted softly to himself. Then, hushed by the very presence of that love which had winged the angel song of old, his fears grew still, and the peaceful assurance that
“No harm could come to her
On ocean or on shore”
was born in his heart. Renewing the little candles, he recalled her face all alight, as she said: “My candle shines out over the sea, and Lois’ over the land,” and then he remembered that love’s light shines out so far and wide that none may drift “beyond His love and care.”
In the nursery, the room that Dorothy loved, Jeanie, her face white with suffering, stood before the illuminated text which she had so often read to the child, as she held her little quivering form in her arms, quieting the baby fears, and assuring her of the all-loving care of the heavenly Father.
“Thou shalt not be afraid!”
It is a command, she had impressed upon Dorothy—“Mother dear wanted you to understand and obey.” To-night, Jeanie is battling with her own fears, but the loving command, with its promise, does its work, as it so often has before.
“Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night,