CAST protection over the head of the one father-dead: Scatter his dust of affliction, and pluck out his thorne. Knowst thou not how very dejected his state was? May a rootless tree be ever green? When thou seest an orphan, head lowered in front from grief, Give not a kiss, to the face of thy own son. If the orphan weeps, who buys for his consolation? And if he becomes angry, who leads him back [to quietude]? Beware that he weep not; for the great throne of God Keeps trembling when the orphan weeps. Pluck out with kindness the tear from his pure eye: Scatter with compassion the dust of affliction from his face. If his [father'] protection departed form over his head Do thou cherish him with thy crown-worthy at that time I esteemed my head crown-worthy at that time When I held my head in my father's bosom. If a fly had sat on my body, The heart of some would have become distressed. If now enemies should bear me away captive. None of my friends is a helper. For me there is acquaintance with the sorrows of orphans, For childhood my father departed in death, from my head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER |