"Why hast thou taken away from me the husband of my youth?
What have I done to deserve it?
Haven't I borne patiently the yoke Thou laidst upon me before?
Why didst Thou try so hard one already broken on the wheel of Thy wrath?
Why didst Thou drive a good man to destruction?
O Lord, give me back my husband, if Thou art the Lord! If Thou art indeed the Almighty, prove it unto me by working this miracle which I ask of Thee! Give me back Abel! give him back!" Ann's voice arose with a shriek; then there was silence for a little space.

Presently she spoke again, but no longer in prayer--only in bitter, helpless lament.

She used no longer the formal style of address to a Divine Sovereign; she dropped into her own common vernacular of pain.
"It ain't any use! it ain't any use!" she wailed out.

"If there is a God He won't hear me, He won't help me, He won't bring him back.

He only does His own will forever.