That in the paths untrod,
And the long days of God,
Our feet shall still be led,
Our hearts be comforted.’
“But life is sweet, oh, so sweet. I want to live, there is so much to do,” said Mildred earnestly. Yet in a moment she added, hastily, “But what folly for me to fancy that I am needed to do the work.
“‘Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of, win.’”
We said no more, but still paced the deck together, looking at sea and shore and sunny sky, finding no words to tell of all that was in our hearts.