Rebekah Smith, Poems: With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith
“ The turmoil, care, and strife,The tears, the sighs, that may besetThe orphan’s path in life. Poor little orphan child!’Tis bitter hard to roamIn this cold, dark, unfeeling world,Both friendless and alone,Where friendship ends in selfish aims,Lips smile but to deceive,Unkindness mars the spirit’s peace,And leaves the heart to grieve. Poor little orphan child!For thee is pained my heart;Should sickness pale thy rosy cheek,And light and hope depart,—Oh, who would then be near to batheThe weary, aching head,And twine around thee, arms of love,And joy and gladness shed. ”
