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THE ORPHAN.
He said—and with a hasty pace
From the lone orphan whistling parted,
The tears bedewed her pallid face—
And down she sunk—half broken-hearted.
From the lone orphan whistling parted,
The tears bedewed her pallid face—
And down she sunk—half broken-hearted.
Then to her aid a soldier flew,
Who had o'erheard her artless story,
He knew her sire at Waterloo,
And saw him covered o'er with glory!
Who had o'erheard her artless story,
He knew her sire at Waterloo,
And saw him covered o'er with glory!
"Come, orphan, to my arms," he cried,
"And I will screen thee from the weather,
Close to my side thy parents died,
And for their sakes we'll lodge together.
"And I will screen thee from the weather,
Close to my side thy parents died,
And for their sakes we'll lodge together.
"I have a pension and a cot,
Where thou shalt live till I am hoary—
Here—wrap thee in this old watch-coat—
'Tis warmer than his Lordship's glory!"
Where thou shalt live till I am hoary—
Here—wrap thee in this old watch-coat—
'Tis warmer than his Lordship's glory!"
The Orphan.
Where shall the child of sorrow find
A place for calm repose?
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!
A place for calm repose?
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!
What friend have I in heaven or earth,
What friend to trust but Thee?
My father's dead—my mother's dead;
My God remember me!
What friend to trust but Thee?
My father's dead—my mother's dead;
My God remember me!
Thy gracious promise now fulfil,
And bid my trouble cease;
From Thee, the fatherless shall find
Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
And bid my trouble cease;
From Thee, the fatherless shall find
Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
No secret care have I or pain
But He that secret knows;
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes.
But He that secret knows;
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes.