“And yet I know, past all doubting, truly—
A knowledge greater than grief can dim—
I know as he loved, he will love me duly;
Yea, better—e’en better than I love him.
“And as I walk by the vast calm river,
The awful river so dread to see,
I say, ‘Thy breath and thy depth forever
Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.’”
Meanwhile, the very thought that Floy was alive was like the very elixir of life to him.
It did him more good than all the doctors in the world, with their pills and potions, could have accomplished.