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"'Tis not meet," the Saviour said,"Thus to waste the children's bread;I am only sent to seekIsrael's lost and scattered sheep."
"True," she said, "Oh gracious Lord!True and faithful is thy word:But the humblest, meanest, may"Eat the crumbs they cast away."
"Woman," said th' astonish'd Lord,"Be it even as thy word!By thy faith that knows no fail,Thou hast ask'd, and shalt prevail."
THE SLAVE MOTHER.
Heard you that shriek? It rose So wildly on the air,It seemed as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair.
Saw you those hands so sadly clasped— The bowed and feeble head—The shuddering of that fragile form— That look of grief and dread?
