Rachel Mourning for Her Children by Delwin Rees Buckner

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 30, 1910

Rachel Mourning for Her Children

By Delwin Rees Buckner

DELWIN REES BUCKNER

How futile, Herod, was thy cruelty When in thy heart thou thoughtst to rid from earth That Child — though lowly-born of noble birth — Whom thou didst fear might wrench thy throne from thee.

Loud wails ascend from bleeding Beth- lehem, As mothers mourn for babes thy hand hath slain, Refusing words of comfort,—yet in vain Didst thou inflict, O king! this pain on them;

For Mary, whom thou soughtst, still clasps her Child, All nestled safely at her beating breast, Which all the while she views with loving smile, As through the dismal desert waste so wild She flees with Joseph to some haven-rest Among the fruitful palms that grace the Nile.

Ambato, Ecuador.