He panted, listened, sighed at the silence, and sank back again.
The singer recommenced more softly; but every word was so distinctly uttered that it seemed to be spoken in the chamber:—
“San Salvador, San Salvador,
We turn to thee!
All mercy as thou art,
Forgive the erring heart
That wandered far, but, weeping, homeward flies.
We turn to thee! We turn to thee!
San Salvador,
We turn to thee.”