Melinda cleared her throat, and read as follows, in an impressive voice:
“Oh, lay me to sleep in the deep, deep sea,
For my life is dark and drear;
Or give me the wings to soar aloft,--
I am tired of living here.
“I feel that I am not understood;
My thoughts are far too deep
For the common crowd, who only care
To eat and drink and sleep.
“My soul walks through the world alone,