Poems (Bell)/Not a Sparow Falleth

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NOT A SPARROW FALLETH.
(On seeing a picture "Falsely Accused."
O, World so pitiless, cold,So pregnant with trials and care,What care youI fall?'Tis one onlyOf allYour animadversionsTo share.Weary and worn with theStriving.O soul, like some vessel tostAbout on the raging billowsEre it goes down andIs lost.Oh, the pain and the anguish!Oh, the longings, the strife!Struggles all vain ​The attempt to attainThe hope of eternal life!I once had a happy home,I once was a happy child,Friends, kindred and home,And never a word butWhat was gentle and mild.But they all have been taken away,And still the God that we trustHas left me alone—says I must learnTo say—to say and to know He is just!Is sorrow my punishment hereFor sin I have never done?Must lonliness, sadness and painBe the burden I ever must bearSince friends are all goneAnd there's no one to know,Nobody by me to care?Should I now lead a life for self,Since in this world I must live,And then at the last,When the "last" moment comes,O Father! Would'st Thou forgive?Show me the marvellous truthThat now is hidden from me,Show me the light—a glimmerOnly, that I may "see,"Give me some semblance, some promise,Some hope for the future years,Some little faint light, onlyTo pay for the bitter tears—The bitter tears and the efforts.Of long and weary years?Living for years in a cold world,Pitiless, censuring, without love.Giving up all in hope to attainA reward in the world Above.Tired at last with the struggleWe lay our bodies down,Knowing the soul shall live,Sometime we shall wear the crown.O Thou who the crown of thor,sDid wear in that far-away land,O Thou of the tender heart,Thou only, canst understand.Forget not Thy tired child.Look into this erring heart!Let Thine be the hand to guideWhen with this world I part!It is well worth the struggle to know(Thou of all praise and reward the giver)If only a moment the light shines at last.In crossing o'er the dark river.O hasten the moment I pray,Take all earthly feelings away, ​I am longing for "Home,"For Heaven and rest,O soon to thy child.Say"Come Home!"

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