They went down through the corn and out by a gate, set in the gray and lichened rail fence, where grew sumac and farewell-summer and the feathery traveler's-joy. They walked in meadows by the river, and at last through the orchard, and so to the house. Mimy, in the kitchen, was singing:
"Oh, Jesus tell you once befo',
Babylon's fallin' to rise no mo'.
Oh, go in peace and sin no mo',
Babylon's fallin' to rise no mo'!"
In the evening Frances played again to them, and the rich and sweet music filled the old room. The violin put by, they talked by the fire; then Linden said, "Read for a little while, Marget." She took up a volume of Blake, and read. "Read that letter to Butts." She read:
"... Over sea, over land
My eyes did expand
Into regions of fire,
Remote from desire;