THE WOMAN THAT LIFTED UP HER VOICE.
Filled with his words of truth and right, Her heart will break or cry: A woman's cry bursts forth in might Of loving agony.
"Blessed the womb, thee, Lord, that bare! The bosom that thee fed!"
A moment's silence filled the air, All heard the words she said.He turns his face: he knows the cry, The fountain whence it springs-- A woman's heart that glad would die For woman's best of things.
Good thoughts, though laggard in the rear, He never quenched or chode: "Yea, rather, blessed they that hear And keep the word of God!"
He would uplift her, not rebuke. The crowd began to stir.
We miss how she the answer took; We hear no more of her.