“It was no restless discontent, it was the instinct in the swallows when they have to fly south,” she said. “We will learn our lessons and come home to rest.”
And softly smiling through her tears, she crooned the words of the Irish hymn—
“Christ in the chariot;
Christ in the ship;”
and then in her broken Latin the conclusion—
“Domini est salus,
Christi est salus,
Salus tua, Domine,
Sit semper nobiscum.”
But Baithene could only heave one long sob.