Hope springs with you: I dread no more
Despondency and dullness;
For Good Supreme can never fail
That gives such perfect fullness.
The Life that floods the happy fields
With song and light and color
Will shape our lives to richer states,
And heap our measures fuller.
GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
She recoiled with a violent shudder at first; and hid her face with one hand. Then she gradually stole a horror-stricken side-glance.
She had not looked at it a moment, when she uttered a loud cry, and pointed at its feet with quivering hand.
"The shoes! the shoes!—It is not my Griffith."
With this she fell into violent hysterics, and was carried out of the room at Houseman's earnest entreaty.