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THE MOTHER.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thy faith hath saved thee! Ah, how true that is!

For I had faith; and when the Master came

Into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, fleeing

From those who sought to slay him, I went forth

And cried unto Him, saying: Have mercy on me,

O Lord, thou Son of David! for my daughter

Is grievously tormented with a devil.

But he passed on, and answered not a word.

And his disciples said, beseeching Him:

Send her away! She crieth after us!

And then the Master answered them and said:

I am not sent but unto the lost sheep

Of the House of Israel! Then I worshipped Him,

Saying: Lord help me! And He answered me,

It is not meet to take the children's bread

And cast it unto dogs! Truth, Lord, I said;

And yet the dogs may eat the crumbs which fall

From off their master's table; and he turned,

And answered me; and said to me: O woman,

Great is thy faith; then be it unto thee

Even as thou wilt. And from that very hour

Thou wast made whole, my darling! my delight!