Spirit of truth and peace!
Whisper of Heaven, and love, and faith,
Bid doubt and dread to cease.
Sleep, Oh, sleep!
"Then wake with dewy rosy lips,
And eyes of deep calm bliss,
To greet the heart that yearns for thee,
With morning's loving kiss!
Sleep, oh, beloved! sleep."
The music was peculiar, and the last note of each verse sustained, and dying away with an expression of unutterable tenderness, made an indelible impression on me. "What a heart that girl must have," was my only clear idea, as I stood silent with folded arms, utterly unable to say a word of the exquisite pleasure she had afforded me.