And sent a loving angel as his guide
Through the dark valley to the realms of joy.
There lay his watch, his big round silver watch,
Whose constant tick had sadly echoed "Home"
In all his wanderings; now its pulse was hushed:
No need of Time for him: he had Eternity.
* * * *
Then Philip left the village for awhile:
And when once more the nutting-season came,
And yellow "rust-spots" on the autumn leaves,