And as she turned to follow her merry boys, who were clambering up the mossy bank, where the silvery bark of the old birch-trees were still streaked with rosy sunset hues, she felt how much she had learnt from the tender, earnest heart of Geordie.
"And comforted, she praised the grace
Which him had led to be,
An early seeker of that Face
Which he should early see."
