Then the mourning mother slept!
Hovered the Angel of Promise nigh,
Empowered by the King above,
And he o’er her bent with the tidings sent
Of everlasting love!
“Trust thou in Him; He knoweth best;
Nought ordereth He in vain;
Past the Golden Gates now thy babe awaits,
And ye there shall meet again!”
Tranquil and solaced the mother woke,