"
She sang:
"God is our refuge and our strength,
In straits a present aid:
Therefore, although the earth remove,
We will not be afraid."
As she sang tears rolled down the wan cheek, but a look of perfect peace
came over the pale face. She went on:
"A river is, whose streams do glad
The city of our God,
The holy place, wherein the Lord
Most High hath His abode."
He was asleep, the wan young cheek leaning on his hand in a child-like
attitude of repose. Eva sat and watched him, her heart full of pity. She
did not move, but sat fanning him. Soon Mr. Cameron and Captain Wylie
joined her; as they approached she put her finger on her lips to inspire
silence.
She had no idea what the words of the dear old psalm had been to the
young Highlander--like water to a parched soul, bringing back memories
of childhood, wooded glens, heather-clad hills, rippling burns, and
above all the old grey kirk where the Scotch laddie used to sit beside
his mother--that dear mother in whom his whole soul was wrapped up--and
join lustily in the psalms.
The dinner-bell rang unheeded--somehow not one of the three could leave
him.
"How lovely!" he said at last, opening and fixing his eyes on Eva. "I
think God sent you to me."
"Ay, laddie," said the old Scotchman, taking the wasted hand in his,
"but it seems to me you know the One who 'sticketh closer than a
brother'? I see the 'peace of God' in your face.
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