The third she sank a sin-blotched face, And prayed that she might rest, In the weary flow of the stream below, As on her mother's breast. Now past there came a godly man, Of goodly stock and blood, And as he passed one frown he cast At that sad sisterhood. Sorely it grieved that godly man, To see so foul a sight, He turned his face, and strode apace, And left them to the night. But the angel drew her sisters three, Within her pinions' span, And the crouching devil slunk away To join the godly man. THE END "Tell me what to get and I will get it." "Then get that picture that the girl in white." "Now tell me where you wish that I should set it." "Lean it where I can see it in the light." "If there is more, sir, you have but to say it." "Then bring those letters those which lie apart." "Here is the packet! Tell me where to lay it." "Stoop over, nurse, and lay it on my heart." "Thanks for your silence, nurse! You understand me! And now I'll try to manage for myself. But, as you go, I'll trouble you to hand me The small blue bottle there upon the shelf. "And so farewell! I feel that I am keeping The sunlight from you; may your walk be bright! When you return I may perchance be sleeping, So, ere you go, one hand-clasp and good night!" 1902-1909 They recruited William Evans From the ploughtail and the spade; Ten years' service in the Devons Left him smart as they are made. Thirty or a trifle older, Rather over six foot high, Trim of waist and broad of shoulder, Yellow-haired and blue of eye; Short of speech and very solid, Fixed in purpose as a rock, Slow, deliberate, and stolid, Of the real West-country stock. He had never been to college, Got his teaching in the corps, You can pick up useful knowledge 'Twixt Saltash and Singapore. Old Field-Cornet Piet van Celling Lived just northward of the Vaal, And he called his white-washed dwelling, Blesbock Farm, Rhenoster Kraal. In his politics unbending, Stern of speech and grim of face, He pursued the never-ending Quarrel with the English race. Grizzled hair and face of copper, Hard as nails from work and sport, Just the model of a Dopper Of the fierce old fighting sort. With a shaggy bearded quota On commando at his order, He went off with Louis Botha Trekking for the British border.