LONE in the wilderness, her child and she, Sits the dark beauty, and her fierce-eyed boy. A heavy burden and no winsome toy To such as she, a hanging babe must be. A slave without a master—wild, nor free, With anger in her heart! and in her face Shame for foul wrong and undeserved disgrace, Poor Hagar mourns her lost virginity! Poor woman fear not—God is everywhere; The silent tears, thy thirsty infant's moan, Are known to Him whose never-absent care Still wakes to make all hearts and souls his own; He sends an angel from beneath his throne To cheer the outcast in the desert bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX THE HYMNARY: 361. ST. JOHN BAPTIST by BEDE EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |