 | An idyl of work |  |
Then all grew thoughtful; whereat Eleanor,
With gentle tact, called out,—
“A hymn! a tune!
Let us sing, sisters, now the preaching 's done!
Look! how the slanting sunbeams light the slope
Across the river!”
And her voice arose
Clear as an oriole's, in a grand psalm-tune
Married to one of Watts' old-fashioned hymns:—
With gentle tact, called out,—
“A hymn! a tune!
Let us sing, sisters, now the preaching 's done!
Look! how the slanting sunbeams light the slope
Across the river!”
And her voice arose
Clear as an oriole's, in a grand psalm-tune
Married to one of Watts' old-fashioned hymns:—
| An idyl of work | |