In Suspense

To the Editor of the Post-Dispatch.

     Written on the night following the attempt to assassinate our beloved President.

Your country sits up tonight waiting
     A word of good news from your room.
The heart of your loving country
     Is filled with unspeakable gloom.

No sleep comes e’en to the weary,
     Until assured you will live.
While science is earnestly striving
     Your people some hope to give.

We’re watching and hoping and praying
     That science will win in the strife.
Your country has asked you to serve it,
     But, oh, it does not ask your life.

It offers its heartfelt condolence
     To that tender blossom of life,
Who shared with you trials and triumphs—
     Your loving and dearly loved wife.

Our children, thou lover of children,
     Who, even to them have grown dear,
After prayers for your life are now sleeping,
     While in each little eye shines a tear.

So we ask our Father of Mercies,
     In love for you and your wife,
Too, in loving kindness restore you,
     And give you back health and life.

     St. Louis.

—H. H. Munier.