Well nourished on the manna of the angels
I should be hungry—aye, and thirsty too——
God bless this meal.
Jacqueline.—(Half-asleep)
Is that you, Pierre? Not yet——
Saint Nicholas.—
Her heart is weary—sleep again, my child,
I watch and will give comfort to your soul.
I heard your prayer ere it left your lips,
And Rose smiled through her tears. For you