—She may have said, “Take heart, dear
one!”
—She may have said, “Go on, thou fool!
His cheeks flush dark, his lips are gray,
His knees drum fast against the pew.
But by a mighty gasp he speaks,
The dry lips part, a croak comes through:
“Here in the presence of the Lord,
And in the First-Day meeting, I
Take thee, my friend, Susannah Saul