And the mother, no longer oppressed by her woes,
Sank peacefully back again into repose.
At length she awakes from her slumbers, to find
The light streaming in, through the half open blind;
And she utters a prayer that the sunlight of love
May thus enter her spirit, and lift it above.
Then refreshed and submissive, she says, “It is o’er!
My dear one is resting, I’ll murmur no more;—
But in faith I will bow to the Infinite One,
For I know, ‘It is well’—‘It is well’ with my son!”