“Singing!” he said to himself, “they call that singing! Wait till they hear my daughter!”
CHAPTER VII
THE REVELATION
“Praised be the fathomless universe
For life and for joy and for objects and knowledge curious,
And for love, sweet love—but praise, praise, praise,
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death,
The night in silence under many a star,
The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I hear,
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veiled Death,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.”