The Shunammite

BEATRICE CLAYTON

"He sat on her knees till noon, and then died."—II Kings 4:20.

Brave mother of a distant age and clime,
Thy noble words, unperishing, resound
Down the long years to our own race and time,
In mother hearts to thee forever bound.

The little child that drooped upon thy knee,
And sank to sleep unheeding thy soft croon—
O darkest hour and bitterest agony!
Yet, Shunammite, within thy heart was noon,

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