"Yes, it is her touch, dear heart, I recognize it.

They are singing.

Why--it is a hymn! and the sacredest of all, the most touching, the most consoling....

It seems to open the gates of paradise to me....
If I could die now...." Faint and far the words rose out of the stillness: Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee, E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me.
With the closing of the hymn another soul passed to its rest, and they that had been one in life were not sundered in death.

The sisters, mourning and rejoicing, said: "How blessed it was that she never knew!".