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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.

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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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