The rustling leaves, the wind’s low moan!
“When Eva laughs it drives away
Life’s shadows as the golden dawn
Dispels upon its rosy way
The darkness of the night time born.
As though the azure slipped aside
From heaven and let a sweet song through,
Her happy laugh can thrill the heart
Till fainting hope springs up anew!”
Gran’ther Groves slapped his knee a resounding blow and chuckled with delight.