Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.”
The girl was still young when her mother reached
“The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above;”
but she carried with her the memory of being led into a room where she saw her father kneeling by the bed, with his face hidden in his hands. The clergyman was there administering Holy Communion; also present was the family physician. An older sister was sobbing.
Rushing to the bedside, the child gazed at the bright, beloved face of her mother. She was smiling. Her lips began to move. Beatrice Plumb, who once told this story about her mother and herself, said that even before she put her ear close to her mother, she knew that the latter was singing their eventide hymn.
Opening her eyes, the mother faintly whispered, “Sing, Kitten!” Once more, the last time together, mother and little daughter were singing their old sunset song:
“Forever with the Lord!
Amen so let it be;