The Skeptic
Written on an Incident, Read in a Periodical.
The mother's face looked tired and worn,
While speaking of her son;
The good man listened earnestly,
As she went sadly on,
Telling of days of weariness,
And nights of earnest prayer,
All, all for him, whose soul had been
Her heart's most anxious care.
" You'll speak to him? " at last, she said,
" Perhaps, your clearer sight
The mother's face looked tired and worn,
While speaking of her son;
The good man listened earnestly,
As she went sadly on,
Telling of days of weariness,
And nights of earnest prayer,
All, all for him, whose soul had been
Her heart's most anxious care.
" You'll speak to him? " at last, she said,
" Perhaps, your clearer sight