THK SISTERS ARK SCOURING TO CRY. 105 



The moonbeams are falling — I slumber again. 

 And Freeman is cheering — " Yut try — y ! " 



Kut hark ! He's away ! Am I riding in vain ? 



The roll of the gallop sweeps over the plain, 

 And the sisters are scouring to cry. 



March. 1S95. 



