He should bless their union.
A lark was singing.

She stood listening.

Higher and higher he rose, pouring out his song of worship; till the tiny, fragile body disappeared as if fallen from him, leaving his sweet soul still singing.

The happy tears came to her eyes, and she passed on.

She did not hear that little last faint sob with which he sank exhausted back to earth beside a hidden nest among the furrows.
She had forgotten the time.