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Mabel grieved for her child with a sorrow sincere, / But she bowed to the will of her Maker. No tear / Came to soften the hard, stony look in the eye / Of her husband; she heard no complaint and no sigh / From his lips, but he turned with impatience whenever / She spoke of religion, or made one endeavor / To lead his thoughts up from the newly turned sod / Where the little form slept, to its spirit with God.
Long hours by that grave, Roger passed, and alone. / The woes of her neighbors his wife made her own, / But her husband she pointed to Christ; and in grief / Prayed for light to be cast on his dark unbelief.