And keekit in, and keekit in:
‘O weel’s me on your auld pow!
Wad ye be in, wad ye be in?
Ye’ se ne’er get leave to lie without,
And I within, and I within,
As lang ’s I hae an auld clout,
To row ye in, to row ye in.’”
Uncle now took his candle, and slunk off to bed, slipping up noiselessly that he might not disturb the thin sleep of the sufferer, saying in to himself—“I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee;” “If thou wert there, if thou wert there;” and though the morning was at the window, he was up by eight, making breakfast for John and Mary.
Love never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away; but love is of God, and cannot fail.