For the rest no shadow lay between us. Hand
in hand we passed down the hill of life, till at length in the fulness
of her days my wife was taken from me. One Christmas night she lay down
to sleep at my side, in the morning she was dead. I grieved indeed and
bitterly, but the sorrow was not as the sorrows of my youth had been,
since age and use dull the edge of mortal griefs and I knew and know
that we are no long space apart. Very soon I shall join Lily where she
is, and I do not fear that journey. For the dread of death has left me
at length, as it departs from all who live long enough and strive to
repent them of their sins, and I am well content to leave my safety at
the Gates and my heavenly comfort in the Almighty Hand that saved me
from the stone of sacrifice and has guided me through so many perils
upon this troubled earth.
And now to God my Father, Who holds me, Thomas Wingfield, and all I
have loved and love in His holy keeping, be thanks and glory and praise!
Amen.
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