" The Master has come over Jordan,"
Said Hannah, the mother, one day;
" He is healing the people who throng him,
With a touch of his finger, they say.
" And now I shall carry the children,
Little Rachel, and Samuel, and John;
I shall carry the baby, Esther,
For the Lord to look upon:"
The father looked at her kindly,
But he shook his head and smiled;
" Now, who but a doting mother
Would think a thing so wild?
