And, as she stood looking up into the sky, she began singing again the words that Clayton had heard before:—
"I am come from the happy land,
Where sorrow is unknown;
I have parted a joyous band,
To make thee mine own!
Haste, haste, fly with me,
Where love's banquet waits for thee;
Thine all its sweets shall be,—
Thine, thine, alone!
"The summer has its heavy cloud,