. . It meets in our children--and we--and
we--"
The Queen bent.
"O great one--and we in Heaven!" I raised the Princess and led her
to the window fronting the dawn. We looked not toward the pillow
where their lips met; but into the dawn, and from the dawn into each
other's eyes.
CHAPTER XXVII.
MY MISTRESS RE-ENLISTS ME.
"If all the world were this enchanted isle,
I might forget that every man was vile,
And look on thee, and even love, awhile."
_The Voyage of Sir Scudamor_.
We had turned from the bed, that no eyes but the Queen's might
witness my father's passing. Her arm had slipped beneath his head,
to support it, and I listened dreading to hear her announce the end.
But yet his great spirit struggled against release, unwilling to
exchange its bliss even for bliss celestial; and presently I heard
his voice speaking my name.
"Prosper," he said; but his eyes looked upward into the Queen's, and
his voice, as it grew firmer, seemed to interpret a vision not of
earth. "Learn of me that love, though it delight in youth, yet
forsakes not the old; nay, though through life its servant follow and
never overtake.
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