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The Woman That Lifted Up Her Voice

Filled with his words of truth and right,

Her heart will break or cry:

A woman’s cry bursts forth in might

Of loving agony.

“Blessed the womb, thee, Lord, that bare!

The bosom that thee fed!”

A moment’s silence filled the air,

All heard the words she said.

He turns his face: he knows the cry,

The fountain whence it springs⁠—

A woman’s heart that glad would die

For woman’s best of things.

Good thoughts, though laggard in the rear,

He never quenched or chode:

“Yea, rather, blessed they that hear

And keep the word of God!”

He would uplift her, not rebuke.

The crowd began to stir.

We miss how she the answer took;

We hear no more of her.