And Othniel again became a wanderer. Not a murderer, for Myrrah’s parting counsel and entreaty had saved him from blood-guiltiness—and the life of Orien Fez was never required at his hands. But Othniel died young, when his heart had learned to say, “God is merciful—His will is best,” and the sands of the desert were his resting-place.
NIGHT THOUGHTS.
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BY GIFTIE.
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Darkness is on the wave,
The night wind hummeth low,
And through the soft bright air the gleams