I knew it over there;
I heard it once in evening
So gentle and so rare.”
—Frank Burke.
Addison and Cathy were at home, having just returned from their trip, when both heard this song in the air close to them.
“Cathy, dear, I hear the song, but I do not see the singer.”
“I saw Cresto singing near us.”
“Addison that is a song I composed for Ruth. Cathy, please do not wear black at her grave, or mourn for her; she will be so happy with me. Please try to remember this little verse:
“There’s no destroying death frost here,
To nip the hope buds ere they bloom;