2o6 MY DEVON YEAR 



as I left her, I knew that her ancient spirit was 

 roaming back through the twiHght ; was waking in 

 the laughter of children ; in songs from sturdy throats 

 long since asleep ; perchance in memories of one 

 whose presence had been her light, her music, and 

 her crown in the far-away morning of womanhood. 



