He sees his wife and boy together there.
And then with tears the mother said—“My dear!
I have been trying to resign our son;
Come, kneel with me, give thanks to God in prayer,
That now the conflict’s o’er—the vict’ry won,
And from my heart I say, O, God! thy will be done!”
XXXIII.
She flies into her husband’s open arms,
And on his bosom pours a flood of tears;
There had she often flown, when gath’ring storms