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Слушать(AI)The Orphan
My father and mother are dead, Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed, And daisies will over them grow.
I cast my eyes into the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry;
I said, "And is this the dark room, Where my father and mother must lie?" I cast my eyes round me again, In hopes some protector to see;
Alas! but the search was in vain, For none had compassion on me.
I cast my eyes up to the sky, I groan'd, though I said not a word;
Yet
OD was not deaf to my cry, The Friend of the fatherless heard.
For since I have trusted his care, And learn'd on his word to depend,
He has kept me from every snare, And been my best Father and Friend.
Jane Taylor
Jane Taylor (23 September 1783 – 13 April 1824) was an English poet and novelist. She wrote the words to the song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
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