Classic Poem

" O help the poor orphan! who, friendless, alone,
In the darkness of night o'er the plain wanders on,
While the drift rushes fleet, and the tempest howls drear,
And the pelting snow melts as it meets the warm tear. "

" Press onward! a light breaks from yon cottage door
There lives a lone widow, as kind as she's poor;
Go! let your sad plaint meet her merciful ear,
She'll kiss from your cold cheek that heart-bursting tear.

" I'm fatherless! motherless! weary and worn,
Dejected, forsaken, sad, sad, and forlorn!
A voice 'mid the storm bade me bend my steps here —
And told me the widow the orphan would cheer! "

" That voice was from Heaven — God hath answer'd my prayer!
My dead boy's blue eyes and his bright sunny hair!
Thou com'st, my sweet orphan, my lone heart to cheer!
Thou hast both a home and a fond mother here! "