The play has since been destroyed, for reasons of which some hint may be found in the next few chapters; but the unfinished song is still preserved among the author's notes, where it is headed-- A HYMN OF LOVE.
"Toiling lover, loose your pack, All your sighs and tears unbind; Care's a ware may break a back, May not bend a maiden's mind.
"Loose, and follow to a land Where the tyrant's only fee Is the kissing of a hand And the bending of a knee.
"In that State a man shall need Neither priest nor lawgiver: Those same slips that are his creed Shall confess their worshipper.
"All the laws he must obey, Now in force and now repealed, Shift in eyes that shift as they-- "'Shift as they,' 'shift as they,'" mused Mr.Moggridge.

"Let me see--" 'Till alike with kisses sealed.' "That was it.

With another verse, and a little polishing, I will take it to Geraldine and ask her--" At this point the poet glanced down the street, and, to his surprise, beheld Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys advancing towards him.
"Good-morning," she nodded with a charming smile, "I was coming to look for you.

I have a favour to ask." "A favour?
Is it _the_-- ?" "Well, it's rather prosaic for _the_--" she laughed.

"In fact, it's _tea_." "Tea ?" "Yes.