UNUS’D to every soothing sound,
Inur’d to every sorrow;
To day you vainly bind the wound
That bleeds afresh to-morrow.
The world beholds with careless eye,
And much I scorn their pity;
Unseen, to heave the bursting sigh,
I leave the crowded city:
And dost thou ask my falt’ring tongue,
To tell a tale of woe?
The griefs my youthful breast have wrung
Oh! may’st thou never know!
Long have I bore an orphan’s name,
And shar’d an orphan’s fate;
Few friends I have, or dare to claim,
Such is my helpless state.
The simple dictates of my heart
To public view they force;
Not pride, but pain does this impart;
It is my last resource.
(Rebekah Carmichael)
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