MY father and mother are dead, No friend or relation I have :And now the cold earth is their bed, And daisies grow over the grave.
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, tho' I said not a word ;Yet God was not deaf to my cry, The friend of the fatherless heard.
O yes -- and he graciously smil'd, And bid me on him to depend ;He whisper'd -- fear not, little child, For I am thy father and friend.
