...happiness that will draw her out of self — ' Lore took up the harp of life, and emote on all the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.' Yes, that is it. I have remembered those words ever since she read them to me one evening on the sands...

...moment lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. TENHYSOlf. THE mistress of Summerwood was a living homily on the blessings of early rising. Every morning...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the he bowl with Samian Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...

...enters, over which time has no power. CHAPTER VI. " Lore took up the harp of life, and smote on afl the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that trembling passed in amsic out of sight" IT is the last sitting: Miss Osborn is ill with a bad cold, and Geraldine is on...

...of Anne, and of her well-being; now verily — " Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might : Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." He would have passed from her presence, never to look upon her beloved face again in this weary world,...

...moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the ears, Sees but the dying man. She stooped bight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses...

...expressed of an earthly affection by the poet — " Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight." The soul has learned and is learning the lesson of forgetfulness of self, and of all that is behind....

...Tennyson show its annihilation of selfishness : " Love took up the harp of life and smote on all the chords with might, Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed- in music out of sight." We can forgive Dick Steele ( a thousand slips and weaknesses, when we think of his more than chivalric...

...lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all th«chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in •music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with...