Thou seest, not alone on thy doomed race rests a curse; the fierce anger of God, denounced against sin--the _curse_, falls upon his dearest children.

I must, like you, abide by God's dealing with the children of men.

But we shall be redeemed." What to thee, oh, mother?
Thou canst not read the interpretation--a cloud of darkness sweeps by thy soul's vision.

Will it pass, or will it rest upon thee forever?
Yet the voice of God speaks to each one; faintly it may be to the mother, but even to her.

There is a rainbow of hope in the deluge of her sorrow; she sees death in the multitude that passes her sight, but there is another there, one whose form is like unto the Son of God.