Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/Little Christian's Trouble
LITTLE CHRISTIAN'S TROUBLE.
His wet cheeks looked as they had worn, Each, with its rose, a thorn,
Set there (my boy, you understand?) By his own brother's hand:
"Look at my cheek. What shall I do— You know I have but two!"
His mother answered, as she read What my Lord Christ had said,
(While tears began to drop like rain:) "Go, turn the two again."