Perhaps He chose to bless. I came to think
That even though I might not have her art,
Doretta’s art, that I at least might have
As much, perhaps, as guardian angels have,
Without our hands or voices, keeping watch
In spirit only. Still, when sister came,
The thought would come that, if their souls unseen
Could envy, sometimes they might envy men.
XV.
How hard I strove against this jealousy!—