Hannah."But Hannah had no children * * * there-
fore she wept and did not eat."
Wind of the night, it is almost
I bid thee peace, the stars are
The moon sinks red and lone!
I hear a lost soul in thy fitful moan,
Pleading for rest.
Must I give comfort who am com-
Wind of the night, what soft tone
in thy sighing
Reminds me of the child that never
And on me rests the world's un-
That it is not.
Night wind, who hast known my
Bear witness how I craved with all
With all the ancient instincts of
Wrapped up in Being, purposeful
As is thy force upon the silent rock,
O never silent, and far-searching
Wind of the night, while the day
Bear thou my peace to sad hearts
The livelong night alone,
Weeping for children in thy plain-
That are no more.
O night wind who art sworn by
Have I mourned less the child that
never came ?
__Elizabeth N. Barr.
The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)