Whom I nursed on my knee.'

Then he laid his head 'pon his right shoulder
Seein death it struck him nigh;
'The holy Mother be with your soul--
I die, Mother, I die.'

O the rose, the gentle rose,
An the fennel that grows so green!
God gi'e us grace in every place
To pray for our king an' queen.

Furthermore, for our enemies all
Our prayers they should be strong;
Amen, good Lord; your charity
Is the endin' of my song!

In the midst of this carol Ruby, with a light pull on Zeb's arm, brought
him to a halt.

"How lovely it all is, Zeb!" She looked upwards at the flying moon,
then dropped her gaze over the frosty sea, and sighed gently.
"Just now I feel as if I'd been tossin' out yonder through many fierce
days an' nights an' were bein' taken at last to a safe haven.
You'll have to make a good wife of me, Zeb. I wonder if you'll do 't."

Zeb followed the direction of her eyes, and seemed to discern off
Bradden Point a dot of white, as of a ship in sail. He pressed her arm
to his side, but said nothing.