. Sir Knight of the golden pathway . ed window. He thought the service was o very long, and wondered when itwould be time to sing. Heknew the song so well that hewas not afraid, but he hoped hisvoice would go. At last the organist began thefamiliar music very softly, be-cause the master had said thechild was ill and his voice wouldnot be strong. The congregationwas large and expectant, and lis-tened with that pleased, indul-gent interest so universally givento childhood. His voice wavered a little atfirst, but it grew firmer as he - 79 up- sang on, soaring clear and highand filling
. Sir Knight of the golden pathway . ed window. He thought the service was o very long, and wondered when itwould be time to sing. Heknew the song so well that hewas not afraid, but he hoped hisvoice would go. At last the organist began thefamiliar music very softly, be-cause the master had said thechild was ill and his voice wouldnot be strong. The congregationwas large and expectant, and lis-tened with that pleased, indul-gent interest so universally givento childhood. His voice wavered a little atfirst, but it grew firmer as he - 79 up- sang on, soaring clear and highand filling every corner with itsmelody. Angels ever bright and fair,Take, O take me to your care ! He went bravely on till hecame to the last verse, and then-he thought something hap-pened to his voice. The soundwould not come any more: itseemed to be growing dark andthe people were moving so faraway. He forgot for a momentabout the singing--he lookedup to the angels face. A smileseemed to be growing in his eyesand the wings fluttered a little. SOP.,] 80
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