"I wish we were all there," said Audrey, "you, and me, and Granny Robin, and Aunt Cordelia, and Stephen's father, and old Joe. Wouldn't Stephie be glad if we were to come?"
As they walked home, Mr. Robin taught Audrey a little hymn, which she liked very much, and which she always repeated afterwards, when she came to look at Stephen's grave.
"'Within the gate, they dwell at home,
In rest, in life, in light;
No grief, no sin, no care can come,
But all is glad, is bright
Within the gate.'"
"'Without the gate, our weary feet
Still tread the vale of tears;
We often sin; our anxious hearts
Are sometimes filled with fears,
Without the gate.'"
"'Open the gate, Lord Jesus! Come,
Thou whom our hearts love well,
And bid us enter Thy dear home,
Where Thy beloved dwell.
Open the gate!'"
THE END.
Butler & Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London.