Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/Little Christian's Trouble

by Sarah Piatt

LITTLE CHRISTIAN'S TROUBLE.

His wet cheeks looked as they had worn,
  Each, with its rose, a thorn,

Set there (my boy, you understand?)
  By his own brother's hand:

"Look at my cheek. What shall I do—
  You know I have but two!"

His mother answered, as she read
  What my Lord Christ had said,

(While tears began to drop like rain:)
  "Go, turn the two again."