And still canst destroy with a nod,
My lips shall incessantly praise,
My soul shall be wrapped in my God.”
—Dr. Arne.
Frank joined in the latter part of the first verse, but was silent in the second.
“Why did you not go on, Frank?” asked Hamilton.
“It was too sweet,” said Frank. “Louis, I envy you your thoughts.”
“Do you?” said Louis, looking up quickly in his cousin's face, with a bright expression of pleasure.
“When you began that song,” continued Frank, “I was thinking of those lines,
‘These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,