Poem June 5, 1948 Issue

"WHERE HAVE YE LAID HIM?"

Alexander A. Le M. Simpson

Remember the old story, the boy at work
In his father's field of corn, the fiery sun,
The sudden cry, "My head," and how he was carried in
And given into a tearful mother's arms
Till, held upon her trembling knees, he died?

Then she awoke, arose, and took the lad.
Laid him upon the bed of the man of God—
His dauntless trust in Truth—
And on that lifeless image shut the door;
Then, hastening to Elisha's mountain seat,
Declared through shadowing fears that all was well.

And he, the holy man of God.
Knew she was troubled, though her speech was brave,
And hearing her distress,
In fatherly compassion went with her
And, praying, showed her God's own living Son.

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