THE ORPHAN
MY father and mother are dead,
No friend or relation I have :
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies grow over the grave.
I cast my eyes into the tomb,
The sight made me bitterly cry ;
I said, and is this the dark room
Where my father and mother must lie !
I cast my eyes round me again,
In hopes some protector to see ;
Alas ! but the search was in vain,
For none had compassion on me.
I cast my eyes up to the sky,
I groan'd, tho' I said not a word ;
Yet God was not deaf to my cry,
The friend of the fatherless heard.
O yes -- and he graciously smil'd,
And bid me on him to depend ;
He whisper'd -- fear not, little child,
For I am thy father and friend.
MY father and mother are dead,
No friend or relation I have :
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies grow over the grave.
I cast my eyes into the tomb,
The sight made me bitterly cry ;
I said, and is this the dark room
Where my father and mother must lie !
I cast my eyes round me again,
In hopes some protector to see ;
Alas ! but the search was in vain,
For none had compassion on me.
I cast my eyes up to the sky,
I groan'd, tho' I said not a word ;
Yet God was not deaf to my cry,
The friend of the fatherless heard.
O yes -- and he graciously smil'd,
And bid me on him to depend ;
He whisper'd -- fear not, little child,
For I am thy father and friend.