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
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
IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came,
Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it is pouring with rain,
We cannot go out in the chaise
"All the week I have long'd for this holiday so,
Linda, you are leaving your old body now,
It lies flat, an old butterfly, all arm, all leg, all wing, loose as an old dress
I reach out toward it but my fingers turn to cankers and I am motherwarm and used, just as your childhood is used...
Do not cry for me,
Mother, seeing me in the grave
This greatest hour was hallowed and
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky
She stood upon the loftiest peak,
Amidst the clear blue sky, A bitter smile was on her cheek,
And a dark flash in her eye
"Dost thou see then, boy
It was the month in which the righteous Maide,
That for disdaine of sinfull worlds upbraide Fled back to heaven, whence she was first conceived,
Into her silver bowre the Sunne received;
And the hot Syrian Dog on him awayting,
Children,
I come back
To tell you a story of the long dark
That I had to climb, that I had to
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep,
Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square,
The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air,
The revelation of the star-strewn deep,
His mother goes
The mother comes & goes
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & thenthat dragoner's mother was gone
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,forever
The answer to do you love me isn't,
I married you, didn't I
Or,
Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through
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 ro...
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,