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LAMENT OF AN ORPHAN.

“Homeless, friendless, for many years

I’ve wandered far and wide,

With none to wipe away my tears,

And none to be my guide.

“No gentle word to soothe my grief,

Words so harshly spoken;

No tender hand to give relief,

And now my heart is broken.

“I sigh to think in former days,

When by my mother’s side

I watched the sun’s last golden rays

As they sank at eventide.

“Oft I’ve played beside the brook,

My brother’s hand in hand,

As each did seek his favor’d nook,

Then we’re a merry band.

“I have no friends—my mother’s gone,

She is far, far away;

I sit beside her lowly stone,

And sing my plaintive lay.

“I pray that God will take me home

To that bright world above;

There we shall meet to part no more,

In that heaven of love.

“Death has marked me for its own,

And I no more shall rove;

God has called the orphan child

To praise with Him above.

“Can you hear my prayer, Mother,

In yonder region bright?

I’m coming to you now, Mother,

Earth’s but a dismal night.”