<h2 class="pb"><SPAN name="HAGAR" id="HAGAR"></SPAN>HAGAR.</h2>
<p class="poem"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</SPAN></span>
Who can speak a mother's anguish,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Painted in that tearless eye,</span><br/>
Which beholds her darling languish,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Languish, unrelieved, to die!</span><br/></p>
<p>It was not very long after the destruction
of Sodom that there was born into the home
of Abraham and Sarah a beautiful little baby
boy—even as God had promised.</p>
<p>There was great rejoicing among the
people of Abraham's household. Feasts were
held, sacrifices were offered up, and Abraham
gave the child the name of Isaac.</p>
<p>One of Sarah's maids, whose name was
Hagar, had a son, too, called Ishmael. One
day this boy mocked at Isaac, and Sarah
said he and his mother must be sent away.</p>
<p>So Abraham called Hagar and told her
she must go, and he gave her some bread<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</SPAN></span>
and a bottle of water, and sent her forth into
the wilderness.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49"> </SPAN></span></p>
<p>Poor Hagar and her child sorrowfully
set forth in the burning heat; but when all
their water was gone, her little one began to
droop; he grew weaker and weaker, and she
thought he would die. She laid him in the
shade and went away to weep. The mother
could not bear to see her poor boy die.</p>
<p class="poem">
She looked above—the heavens shone still<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unclouded, bright and clear;</span><br/>
She listened but not fount nor rill<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poured music on her ear.</span><br/>
Thence once again her child she eyed—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His cheek wore death's pale hue;</span><br/>
"Alas! and is it thus," she cried;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Doth God forsake me too,</span><br/>
And with my earthly foes combine<br/>
To work such ill for me and mine?"<br/></p>
<p>The Angel of God heard her and told
her not to fear, but to take up Ishmael and
hold him in her arms. Then she saw, all at
once, a well near her; she gave the child
a drink, and soon he grew strong and well.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/fig_018.jpg" width-obs="360" height-obs="500" alt="THE TRIAL OF ABRAHAM'S FAITH." title="" /> <p class="caption">THE TRIAL OF ABRAHAM'S FAITH.</p> </div>
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