the slow sacred music that floats over all.”
This is beautiful, and no less beautiful is the tenderness of his love.
“A grim grey coast, and a sea-board ghastly,
and shores trod seldom by feet of men—
where the batter’d hulk and the broken mast lie,
they have lain embedded these long years ten.
Love! when we wandered here together,
hand in hand through the sparkling weather,
from the heights and hollows of fern and heather,
God surely loved us a little then.”