Hark! hark! my soul! angelic voices swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore.
I could just distinguish those words. Where was I? Strange thoughts began trooping through my mind. Then a great wave of emotion swept over me. I could hear a low moaning sound that came from my own throat. I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. A gentle hand was brushing them away and some one was speaking to me. I was lying on a soft bed. A sweet-faced woman was bending over me, whom I had never seen before.
“Where am I?”
“In the hospital,” she answered.
“The singing—who is singing?” I asked.
“It is the chapel choir,” she answered; “the services are nearly over now. It is Sunday.”
“Is Rayel here?”
“Your friend? yes, he has been with you every day.”
“How long?”
“Almost a month.”