The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 203: what you’re looking at

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196 ‘The Little Girl, Now a Woman. as the lightning came I saw his face was turned toward the cross in the chancel, and shone as if he was looking straight up into the eyes of God. I bowed my head reverently, for I could feel that his soul was going out in every note, and that the truest of heart worship was ascending to the Eternal and Invisible King. <A tender feeling stole over me, there in the dark- ness, listening to this one cut off from society by his infirmities, solacing himself by this communion with the Father. What heartaches, what burdens were here soothed and lifted and borne away. The Te Deum died away, and then, without a pause, he commenced that grand evening hymn: “Lead kindly light, amid the encircling gloom— Lead Thou me on. The night is dark and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on.” I would like to have remained concealed longer; but, at the close of the hymn another bright flash of lightning illuminated the church for an instant, and Tom, seeing me, called out in a cheery voice: “Why, hallo! You here? I didn’t see you,” and came down from the organ loft. He would not play any more, so we sat together in the pew and talked until the storm was over. I had that day been across the little stream south of the village and met the daughter of the house. She had interested me sreatly, and during one of the lulls of the conversation EGomichooks. co