Part 2 — II.
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THE WOMAN THAT CRIED IN THE CROWD.
She says within: "It is a man, A man of mother born; She is a woman—I am one, Alive this holy morn."
Filled with his words that flow in light, Her heart will break or cry: A woman's cry bursts forth in might Of loving agony.
"Blessed the womb, Thee, Lord, that bore! The breast where Thou hast fed!" Storm-like those words the silence tore, Though words the silence bred.
He ceases, listens to the cry, And knows from whence it springs; A woman's heart that glad would die For this her best of things.
Yet there is better than the birth Of such a mighty son; Better than know, of all the earth Thyself the chosen one.
"Yea, rather, blessed they that hear, And keep the word of God." The voice was gentle, not severe: No answer came abroad.