'
'Oh, Dan! Dan! Till the heavens be no more they shall not awake, nor be
raised out of their sleep. Oh, Dan, a day's so long--how am I to get
over the time?'
'The loving Lord, Sir, will find a way.'
'But, oh! was there no pitying angel to stay the blow--to plead for a
few years more of life? I deserved it--oh, Dan, yes!--I know it--I
deserved it. But, oh! could not the avenger have pierced me, without
smiting my innocent darling?'
'Oh! she was taken in love, not in judgment, Sir--my pastor--but in
love. It was the voice of the Redeemer that called her.'
And honest Dan repeated, through his sobs, a verse of that 'Song of
Songs,' which little Lily had loved so well--
'My well-beloved spake, and said unto me: Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come thy way.'
The old man bowed his sorrowful head listening.
'You never saw anything so beautiful,' said he after a while. 'I think,
Dan, I could look at her for ever. I don't think it was partiality, but
it seems to me there never was--I never saw a creature like her.'
'Oh, noble! noble!' sobbed poor Dan.
The doctor took him by the arm, and so into the solemn room.
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