Than what she gave in buying what she sold : Now the third child was sickly born and grew Yet sicklier, tho' the mother cared for it In that same week when Annie buried it, Philip's true heart, which hunger'd for her peace (Since Enoch left he had not look'd upon her), Smote him, as having kept aloof so long. Surely," said Philip, "I may see her now, May be some little comfort"; therefore went, Past thro' the solitary room in front, Paused for a moment at an inner door, Then struck it thrice, and, no one opening, Enter'd; but Annie, seated with her grief, Fresh from the burial of her little one, Cared not to look on any human face, But turn'd her own toward the wall and wept. Then Philip standing up said falteringly, "Annie, I came to ask a favor of you.' He spoke; the passion in her moan'd reply, "Favor from one so sad and so forlorn "I came to speak to you of what he wish'd, Enoch, your husband: I have ever said man: For where he fixt his heart he set his hand To do the thing he will'd, and bore it thro'. And wherefore did he go this weary way, And leave you lonely? not to see the worldFor pleasure? -nay, but for the wherewithal To give his babes a better bringing-up - way, Like one who does his duty by his own, Made himself theirs; and tho' for Annie's sake, Fearing the lazy gossip of the port, Or conies from the down, and now and then, But Philip did not fathom Annie's mind: Scarce could the woman when he came upon her, Out of full heart and boundless gratitude Light on a broken word to thank him with. But Philip was her children's all-in-all; From distant corners of the street they ran To greet his hearty welcome heartily; Than his had been, or yours: that was his Lords of his house and of his mill were they: wish. And if he come again, vext will he be Like colts about the waste. So, Annie, now Have we not known each other all our lives? Worried his passive ear with petty wrongs. Or pleasures, hung upon him, play'd with him And call'd him Father Philip. Philip gain'd It chanced one evening Annie's children | That I love them as if they were mine own; long'd To go with others, nutting to the wood, For Father Philip (as they call'd him) too: "Come with us Father Philip," he denied ; But after scaling half the weary down, So Philip rested with her well-content; cries Broke from their elders, and tumultuously Down thro' the whitening hazels made a plunge To the bottom, and dispersed, and bent or The lithe reluctant boughs to tear away But Philip sitting at her side forgot wood." "Tired, Annie?" for she did not speak a word. "Tired?" but her face had fall'n upon her At which, as with a kind of anger in him, No more of that! why should you kill yourself "I thought not of it: but I know not why- Then Philip coming somewhat closer spoke. I grieve to see you poor and wanting help : know I wish you for my wife. I fain would prove And I believe, if you were fast my wife, Then answer'd Annie; tenderly she spoke: "You have been as God's good angel in our house. God bless you for it, God reward you for it, O wait a little!" Philip sadly said, year: 66 Will you not bide your year as I bide mine?" Here both were mute, till Philip glancing up Then fearing night and chill for Annie rose, And sent his voice beneath him thro' the Up came the children laden with their spoil; Saying gently, "Annie, when I spoke to you, her: : No meaning there she closed the book and slept: When lo her Enoch sitting on a height, Under a palmtree, over him the Sun: "He is gone," she thought, "he is happy, he is singing Hosanna in the highest: yonder shines The Sun of Righteousness, and these be palms Whereof the happy people strowing cried 'Hosanna in the highest!"" Here she woke, Resolved, sent for him and said wildly to him, "There is no reason why we should not wed." "Then for God's sake," he answer'd, "both our sakes, So you will wed me, let it be at once." So these were wed and merrily rang the Merrily rang the bells and they were wed. Her hand dwelt lingeringly on the latch, |