Lydia Huntley Sigourney,
Pocahontas and Other Poems
(1841)
“ In thy loneliest hour there's a helper nigh: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." Stranger, afar from thy native land, Whom no one takes with a brother's hand, Table and hearthstone are glowing free, Casements are sparkling, but not for thee; There is one who can tell of a home on high: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." Sad one, in secret bending low, A dart in thy breast that the world may not know, Wrestling the favour of God to win, His seal of pardon for days of sin: Press on, press on, with thy prayerful cry, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." ”
