John Francis Bloxam, The Priest and the Acolyte
“ After a moment the tender embrace soothed him, and he raised his beautiful mouth to the priest’s. Their lips were pressed together, and their arms wrapped one another closely.“Oh, my darling, my own sweet darling!” the priest whispered tenderly.“We shall be together for ever soon; nothing shall separate us now,” the child said.“Yes, it is far better so; far better to be together in death than apart in life.”They knelt before the altar in the silent night, the glimmer of the tapers lighting up the features of the crucifix with strange distinctness. ”
