Sorrow and tears abound.
No smile, no smile for her
Until the lost be found.
But the Wanderer shall return;
The lost shall yet be found;
Then for the sorrowing one
Shall joy and smiles abound!”
The queen sprang forward, her hands clasped, her whole face lighted up with joy.
“Tell me!—tell me where is my child!” she cried.
The aged woman made no reply. Slowly raising her head, she gazed long and earnestly in one direction. It seemed as if her pale, filmy blue eye were fixed upon some object or objects far, far away. Her head bent forward, her right arm slowly raised itself, while the forefinger seemed pointing to something in the dim distance.