Poor Hagar, banished to the wilderness,
Had not one human friend to help or save;
The precious water in the bottle spent—
How could her burdened mother-heart be brave?
The little lad, less able to endure,
Already felt the desert's parching breath;
She laid him down, and then withdrew a space—
She could not see her loved one suffer death.
But, as she wept, an angel voice awoke
New reassurance with the calm command,
"Arise, lift up the lad." With vision cleared,
She saw a well of water just at hand.
Dear pilgrim, does the way seem long and hard,
Material hopes like Hagar's bottle spent?
Lift up thy thought of man, and see at hand
All good supplied through Love omnipotent!
