Only to scare the vulture from their bed.
So, night by night, her vigil hath she kept
With the pale stars, and with the dews hath wept:
Oh! surely some bright Presence from above
On those wild rocks the lonely one must aid!
E’en so; a strengthener through all storm and shade,
Th’ unconquerable angel, mightiest Love!
THE REPLY OF THE SHUNAMITE WOMAN.
“And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.”
2 Kings, iv. 13.
“I dwell among mine own,”—oh, happy thou!