CHAPTER IV.
MYROSS CHURCHYARD.....32
“O fair, large day! The unpractised sense brings heavings from a sea of life too broad.”
“Such seemed the whisper at my side. ‘What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?’ I cried. ‘A hidden hope,’ the voice replied.”
MYROSS CHURCHYARD.....32
“O fair, large day! The unpractised sense brings heavings from a sea of life too broad.”
“Such seemed the whisper at my side. ‘What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?’ I cried. ‘A hidden hope,’ the voice replied.”