Chapter 25My hungry Soul he fill d with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give
‘Who freely hath done this for me?
I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue himto Tiernity
—“By Night when Others Soundly Slept’ by Anne Bradstreet
‘Stop, Priyam!’ Sid called out again, ‘You can’t marry that man! You must not!’
Priyam looked at Sid. And then she looked at the crowd around her that had started talking in not too hushed whispers. There she was standing on the stage, her hands holding the wedding garland and her groom just a step away. And there was Sid, asking her to stop. And the crowd deciphering all kinds of meanings from his call.
Priyam’s heart had fluttered up with
