THE SHUNAMMITE WOMAN

All that her heart held dear seemed gone—The little lad lay still;And on the quiet room there droppedA sudden, bitter chill.

With courage born of love's deep trustShe rose on urgent feetAnd, tearless, sought the solace ofThe prophet's calm retreat.

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