Hannah."But Hannah had no children * * * there-fore she wept and did not eat." Wind of the night, it is almost dawning, I bid thee peace, the stars are waning, 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- fortless? Wind of the night, what soft tone in thy sighing Reminds me of the child that never came ? And on me rests the world's un- thinking blame That it is not. Night wind, who hast known my inmost thought, Bear witness how I craved with all my soul, With all the ancient instincts of the race, Wrapped up in Being, purposeful but blind As is thy force upon the silent rock, O never silent, and far-searching wind. Wind of the night, while the day is breaking Bear thou my peace to sad hearts waking The livelong night alone, Weeping for children in thy plain- tive moan That are no more. O night wind who art sworn by Heaven's name Have I mourned less the child that never came ? __Elizabeth N. Barr. |
The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
Pages 31-32
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