Page 125 of The Difference of a Darcy

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All through the night

While the weary world is sleeping

All through the night

O'er thy spirit gently stealing

Visions of delight revealing

Breathes a pure and holy feeling

All through the night.

Georgiana’s breathing began to slow, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Elizabeth drew the blanket higher about her shoulders and kept singing, her voice steadier now, the words turning into prayer.

Angels watching ever round thee

All through the night

In thy slumbers close surround thee

All through the night

They will of all fears disarm thee,

No forebodings should alarm thee,

They will let no peril harm thee

All through the night.

She hesitated then, her gaze drifting to the small, frost-rimmed window above them. A single star shone faintly beyond the glass, its light wavering but unbroken. She thought of it as a promise—that somewhere out there, God still saw them.

Though I roam a minstrel lonely

All through the night

My true harp shall praise sing only

All through the night

Love's young dream, alas, is over

Yet my strains of love shall hover

Near the presence of my lover

All through the night

The tune lingered in the still air. Elizabeth’s gaze drifted toward the faint line of light beneath the locked door. Somewhere beyond it, Darcy was riding through the cold and dark, and her voice trembled as poured her heart out in song.

Love to thee, my thoughts are turning

All through the night

All for thee, my heart is yearning,

All through the night.

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