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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: golden bars and pencilled lines of light. Ere they were ready
for departure, the tide had ebbed, and, in getting the boats to
a practicable landing-place, Malbone was delayed behind the
others. As he at length brought his boat to the rock, Hope sat
upon the ruined fort, far above him, and sang. Her noble
contralto voice echoed among the cliffs down to the smooth
water; the sun went down behind her, and still she sat stately
and noble, her white dress looking more and more spirit-like
against the golden sky; and still the song rang on,--
"Never a scornful word should grieve thee,
I'd smile on thee, sweet, as the angels do;
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