And now the three stand ready, full of tears
  To quit the haunts of happy married years,
  The tombs that hid their lost ones.  Staunchly then
  Naomi spoke her purpose once again: 
  “Daughters, turn back, each to her mother’s house
  To take the rest that there her work allows,
  And in due course a second husband find,
  Nor be unto the future foolish—­blind! 
  Yet take a blessing from the heart of hearts
  Of your Naomi ere she hence departs.”

  She blessed them, and with voices lifted up
  In loud lament the dregs of sorrow’s cup
  They drained together.  Orpah, weeping, turned
  And slowly went, but Ruth with eyes that yearned
  Into Naomi’s, cried aloud in pain: 
  “Thus to forsake thee, urge me not again,
  Nor to return from following after thee! 
  For where thou goest, I will surely go. 
  And where thou lodgest, will I lodge also! 
  Thy people shall be my people evermore,
  And thy God only will I now adore! 
  And where thou diest, I will buried be! 
  So may Jehovah strike me with his thunder,
  If aught but only death our lives shall sunder.”

  Ruth’s lips have sealed that solemn covenant,
  Then with Naomi hand in hand she went.

  But as they slept that night there came to each
  The selfsame vision, though they ne’er had speech
  Thereon, till Obed’s birth, Ruth’s only son
  And David’s grandsire; for they each saw one
  With Mahlon’s aspect seated in the skies,
  And on his knees a babe with Ruth’s own eyes,
  And by the infant’s side one with a face
  Ruddy and bold, a form of Kingly grace,
  And in his hand a harp wherefrom he drew
  Marvellous music while his songs thereto
  Held hosts of angels hearkening in the blue. 
  Then figures floated o’er him faint and far
  Up to a Child who rode upon a star,
  And in the Heavenly wonder of his face,
  They read the Ransom of the Human Race.

THE LILIES OF THE FIELD AND THE FOWLS OF THE AIR

  “Consider the lilies!” He spake as yet spake no man: 
    “Consider the lilies, the lilies of the leas,
  They toil not, they spin not, like you, tired man and woman,
    Yet Solomon in his glory was not robed like one of these.

  “Consider the lilies!  Sure, if your Heavenly Father
    So clothe the meadow grasses that here flower free of scathe
  And to-morrow light the oven, now, say, shall he not rather
    Still of His goodness clothe you, O ye of little faith?

  “Consider the fowls of the air, behind your harrows;
    They plough not, they reap not, nor gather grain away,
  Yet your Heavenly Father cares for them; then, if he feed the sparrows,
    Shall He not rather feed you, His children, day by day?”

THE GOOD PHYSICIAN

  To find Him they flock, young and old, from their cities,
    With hearts full of hope:  for the tidings had spread: 
  “The proud He rebukes and the poorest He pities,
    Recovers the leper, upraises the dead.”