And Abraham turn'd his face away, and wept.
"Where is the lamb, my father?"—Oh the tones,
The sweet, the thrilling music of a child!—
How it doth agonize at such an hour!—
It was the last deep struggle. Abraham held
His loved, his beautiful, his only son,
And lifted up his arm, and called on God—
And lo! God's angel stayed him—and he fell
Upon his face and wept.
—N. P. Willis.