Hid in the secret hollow of the tree.

He thought of Ruth as one who was at rest,

And wept for her as though she was no more,

And sometimes gathered flowers, and placed them where

He knew she soon would pass, as tenderly

As though he laid them down upon her grave.

XVI.

Once in the twilight, as the shadows fell,

A skiff shot from the under-reaching shore,

And Stanley Thane and Coralline sailed down

The languid waters, 'neath the dappled moon.

They spoke of giant wars that yet might be

To drive the dragon Slavery from the land.

Coralline smoothed the evils it had wrought.

Stanley, who could not see a wrong excused,

Said, "God is just; he knows nor white nor black.

If war must come, each shackle will be forced,

To make, at last, the nation wholly free."

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And Karagwe, who pulled a silent oar,

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