Far In The Night, And Yet No Rest For Him! The Pillow Next His Own The Wife'S Sweet Face In Slumber Pressed - Yet He Awake - Alone! Alone! In Vain He Courted Sleep; - One Thought Would Ever In His Heart Arise, - The Harsh Words That At Noon Had Brought The Teardrops To Her Eyes. Slowly On Lifted Arm He Raised And Listened. All Was Still As Death; He Touched Her Forehead As He Gazed, And Listened Yet, With Bated Breath: Still Silently, As Though He Prayed, His Lips Moved Lightly As She Slept - For God Was With Him, And He Laid His Face With Hers And Wept.