Uncle tom's cabin - online children's book

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gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp. He murmured softly to him­self, at broken intervals, —
" Recordare Jesu pie —
Ne me perdas — ille die Quaerens me — sedisti lassus."
It was evident that the words he had been singing that evening were passing through his mind, — words of en­treaty addressed to Infinite Pity. His lips moved at in­tervals, as parts of the hymn fell brokenly from them.
" His mind is wandering," said the doctor.
" No ! it is coming home, at last! " said St. Clare, ener­getically ; "at last! at last! "
The effort of speaking exhausted him. The sinking paleness of death fell on him; but with it there fell, as if shed from the wings of some pitying spirit, a beautiful expression of peace, like that of a wearied child who sleeps.
So he lay for a few moments. They saw that the mighty hand was on him. Just before the spirit parted, he opened his eyes, with a sudden light, as of joy and recognition, and said " Mother I " and then he was gone!