To see your son in such a plight!
“Look for a carpenter, look for a doctor.
The doctor cannot help me greatly;
The carpenter a house will make me.
“This house no doors nor windows knoweth,
But when from toil the workman goeth
He then on me a gift bestoweth.
“When all is lost and all is finished,
My builder and my war—good-bye,
O mother mine, cease from your weeping,