She clasped my hand, this good Samaritan, And looked compassionately in my heart; She felt a kindred grief: we must not part! Perhaps she claimed descent from Ruth's true clan, Embracing me in her warm creedless span. She gave this groping, baffled soul a start; And strengthened me -- hers was the gracious art -- Rekindling pride in Esther's caravan; And Moses, bearer of God's covenant, Revealing Israel's noble heritage. She brought me courage in my darkest hour! She clasped my hand -- faith sings its triumph-chant. My hope restored! Now let the Tyrant rage. My strength is God. He is my staff, my power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LADY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE |