The answer was, "He had gone home to Heaven."
BY ELLEN ALICE MORIARTY.
Hear you not the night-wind moaning,
Sadly moaning all the time,
Like a spirit doomed to wander
O'er the earth for some dark crime?
Round the door it ever lingers,
The answer was, "He had gone home to Heaven."
BY ELLEN ALICE MORIARTY.
Hear you not the night-wind moaning,
Sadly moaning all the time,
Like a spirit doomed to wander
O'er the earth for some dark crime?
Round the door it ever lingers,