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The woman raised her languid head, And said, "My child was weak— He knew no one amid the dead    His daily food to seek!

My husband was a hunter good As ever arrows bore: I know my child will now have food, Therefore I weep no more.

I sit and think upon the past, And sing my mournful strain: I know that we shall meet at last, And never part again."

" Oh! strong in love," the traveller cried, "Worthy a hope divine— I would that all whom God hath tried,    Had faith as meek as thine!"L. E. L.