AN orphan, through the world Unfriended did I roam, I knew not that my Father lived, Nor that I had a home. No kindred might I claim, No lover sought for me; Mine was a solitary life, Set in no family. I yielded to despair, I sorrowed night and morn -- I cried, "Ah! good it were for me, If I had not been born!" At midnight came a man -- He knocked upon my door; He spake such tender words as man Ne'er spake to me before. I rose to let him in, I shook with fear and dread; A lamp was shining in his hand, A brightness round his head. "And who art thou," I cried; "I scarce for awe might speak; And why for such a wretch as I Dost thou at midnight seek?" "Though thou hast strayed," He said, "From me thou couldst not flee; I am thy Brother and thy Friend, And thou shalt share with me! "For me thou hast not sought, I sought thee everywhere; Thou hast a Father and a home, With mansions grand and fair. "To thine inheritance I came thy soul to bring; Thou art the royal heir of heaven -- The daughter of the King!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SURVIVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |