Hagar and Ishmael.
The promised seed is born,—no Ishmael now
Will share a father's smiles with Sarah's child;
And Hagar with her son must wander far
Across the dreary solitary wild.
Ere she departs one proud disdainful glance
She throws on all around; yet in her eye
The tear-drop gathers, as she sees her child
Up to his father's face gaze wistfully.
No angry, galling word to him she speaks,
But bends her o'er the silent wond'ring boy,
While the big tears that trickle down her cheeks
Tell of a mother's inward agony.