And my prayer be made in vain:
Tho’ at times my spirit fail me
And the bitter tear-drops fall,
Tho’ my lot be hard and lonely,
Yet I hope—I hope thro’ all.”
And then, with what a burst of eloquence, she carries out the idea!
“By the living smile which greeted
The lonely one of Nain,
When her long last watch was over,
And her hope seemed wild and vain;