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Jane Taylor - The OrphanJane Taylor - The Orphan
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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 room,  Where my father and mother must lie?" I cast my eyes round me again,  In hopes some protector to see; Alas! but the search was in vain,  For none had compassion on me. I cast my eyes up to the sky,  I groan`d, though I said not a word; Yet GOD was not deaf to my cry,  The Friend of the fatherless heard. For since I have trusted his care,  And learn`d on his word to depend, He has kept me from every snare,  And been my best Father and Friend.
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