Do you know what you are saying?
Suppose God should take the dear one from us this night."
"I do not suppose things about God. I do not think it is right to
inquire as to what He may do."
"Jane, it is useless to twist my question into another meaning. Suppose
you had not destroyed our other children before they saw the light?"
"John," she cried, "how dare you say such dreadful things to me? I will
not listen to you. Open the door. You might well put the key in your
pocket--and I have been so ill. I have suffered so much--it is
dreadful"--and she fell into a fit of hysterical weeping.
John waited patiently until she had sobbed herself quiet, then he
continued, "When I think of my sons or daughters, _written down in God's
Book_ and blotted out by _you_."
"I will not listen. You are mad. Your 'sons or daughters' could not be
hurt by anyone before they had life."
"They always had life. Before the sea was made or the mountains were
brought forth,
'Ere suns and moons could wax and wane,
God thought on _me_ his child,'
and on _you_ and on _every soul_ made for immortality by the growth that
fresh birth gives it.
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