Mourning Psalm She was yet willing to suffer, the kind will of Heaven; In days lacking November's, cold snow and frost; If things could be restored; And this fatigue ended; All species of hardship, might go by the way. This year had an early frost, that destroyed all the harvest; Who would have thought this, would be the end? But what does it matter, If she has no support? She listens to snow fall, and David's soft sigh. Emma holds young David, on this his first morning; Fatherless from birth, content just to be held; She is now a widow; Of five lonely long months; Friends of her husband, fill the cabin's small room. It is so cold now, and snowing outside here; Her longing's for warm times, when he was still near. The snow falling slowly; Covering the mem'ry; Of what they did, to ruin her life. Her tear touches her newborn; On his tender forehead; "Why did they take him?" Enters her lost heart.   -T. Gene Davis