Page 85 - Fairbrass

He had comforted her without knowing it.
I don’t suppose that they would ever meet
again ; but it proved to me that work well

meant and honestly done is never thrown
away, though those who do It may be the

last to know it/
Finding his friend in this yielding frame

of mind, Fairbrass ventured, rather ner­
vously to ask him one last question; it was,

indeed, as last questions often are, the one
nearest his heart,

‘ Knight/ he said, ‘ tell me, is there a
life to come ? Shall we live again ? Is

there a heaven for us when we d ie ?1
i Hush ! 1 said the Kneeling Knight,

‘ Listen.1
And again the organ pealed out and the

boys’ voices sang :
1 W e think and feel ; but will the dead
Awake to thought again ?
A voice of comfort answers us,
th a t God doth nought in \rain.
‘ He wastes nor flower, nor bud, nor Jeaf,
N o r wind, nor cloud, nor w ave ;
N o r will H e waste the hope which grief
Hath planted in the g r a v e , 1