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Rh Saying, " Our Father, who art, — Art what ? " so she stayed with a start. " In Heaven," your mother said softly. And Susie sighed " So far away ! " — 'Tis nearer, Will, now to us all. It is strange how that fellow sleeps ! stranger still that his sleep should haunt me ; If I could but command his face, to make sure of the lesser ill : I will crawl to his side and see, for what should there be there to daunt me ? What there ? what there ! Holy Father in Heaven, not Will ! Will, dead Will ! Lying here, and I could not feel you ! Will, brave Will ! Oh, alas, for the noble end ! Will, dear Will ! Since no love nor remorse could heal you, Will, good Will ! Let me die on your breast, old friend !