LONE in the wilderness, her child and she, Sits the dark beauty, and her fierce-eyed boy. A heavy burden and no winsome toy To such as she, a hanging babe must be. A slave without a master—wild, nor free, With anger in her heart! and in her face Shame for foul wrong and undeserved disgrace, Poor Hagar mourns her lost virginity! Poor woman fear not—God is everywhere; The silent tears, thy thirsty infant's moan, Are known to Him whose never-absent care Still wakes to make all hearts and souls his own; He sends an angel from beneath his throne To cheer the outcast in the desert bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VICTORY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA WINTER FANTASY by ADELE BABBITT IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |