"Parted, though, by time and distance,
Hearts can never sundered be.
Love Divine, oh, still unite us,
Strong to each, and strong in Thee.

REFRAIN:

"You're my only little laddie,
Golden hair, and eyes of blue;
God, who made the birds and flowers,
Chose the best when He made you."


Rod paid little heed to the storm of applause which greeted this song,
and when it was repeated he did not follow the words as closely as
before. He was thinking about that boy, and wondering where he was.
He was sure that the woman was almost crying when she got through.
What made her feel so badly? Was her boy away from her somewhere, and
if she wanted him so much, why didn't she go to see him?

At last the curtain dropped, and the concert was over. As the people
began to go out, Rod overheard what those nearest to him were saying.
They were loud in their praise of the singer.

"It was that last piece which caught me," he heard one man say. "It
wasn't the words so much as the way she sang it."

"I was crying when she got through," his companion, a woman, replied.
"I just couldn't help it. She's had trouble in her life, mark my word."