And, though his faith in the Almighty power
To guard his steps, was all unshaken still,
Yet dismal fears and dark foreboding thought,
Would rush, unbidden, thro’ his beating heart.
The kind old dame shared in his fears of ill,
And, as with care, she wrapped about his neck
The warm and woolly comforter, with words
Of warning kind, she urged his quick return.
He sallied forth, and onward bent his way
To the lone church, which stood so near the shore