Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE ORPHAN'S TRUST, by H. C. HUNT


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THE ORPHAN'S TRUST, by                    
First Line: Not care to know your future, blue-eyed maiden?
Last Line: The voice of god and fate, speaks through my mystic art!
Subject(s): Orphans; Foundlings


SCENE.—A gipsy camp in the background. A youny girl discovered in the act

of withdrawing her hand from that of the Gipsy Queen.

GIPSY.—
Not care to know your future, blue-eyed maiden?
Who loves you, whom you love, and whom shall wed?
What laces, satins, jewels, he will give you;
What acres, palaces and rentals, leave you;
How rich must be her thoughts, how treasure-laden;
To crowd such common hopes and dreams from that young golden head!

MAIDEN.—
Ah! gipsey, but I love! I love, dark sister!
The hand I worship robed this earth with bloom:
His glory clothes each far off, wandering planet;
Yet loving eyes in tiniest flowers may scan it,
And, with sweet fervency of heart, adore!
Thus my sweeet mother taught me; living, dying:
And, passing hence, so wide she left the door
Of that fair upper world, I scarce have missed her,
Of grieved her 'midst the songs of Heaven with crying:
So smiles Our Father's grace, e'en on the darksome tomb!

GIPSY.—
Thrice happy maid! my love is all unneeded,
Where faith and love like thine, assure the heart!
Yet deem by sooth, for common human feelings,
Your starry gems have true and bright revealings,
And though full oft, through idle scorn unheeded,
The voice of God and fate, speaks through my mystic art!




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