Chapter 13 No.13

"Oh Father, Father!" thus she prayed:

"Thou know'st the priceless boon I seek!

Before my life, abashed, dismayed,

I stand, with hopeless hands and weak,

Of him and of myself afraid!

"Teach me and lead me where to find,

Beyond the touch of hand and lip,

That vital charm of heart, and mind

Which, in a true companionship,

My