A BEGGAR through the world so wide, I wander all alone; Yet once a brighter fate was mine, In days that long have flown. Within my father's house I grew, A happy child and free; But ah! the heritage of want Is all he left to me. The gardens of the rich I view, The fields with bounty spread; My path is through the fruitless way Where toil and sorrow tread. And yet, amidst the joyous throng, The joys of all I share, With willing heart I wait, and hide My secret load of care. O blessed God! I am not left An exile from thy love; On all the world thy smiles descend In mercy from above. In every valley still I find The temples of thy grace, Where organ notes and choral songs With music fill the place. For me the sun, the moon, the stars, Reveal their holy rays, And when the vespers call to prayer, My heart ascends in praise. Some time I know the gates of bliss Will open to the blest, And I, in marriage garments clad, Shall rise a welcome guest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE ADDRESS FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |