A Celebration of Women Writers

"The Orphan." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
Publication: Taylor, Jane & Taylor, Ann. Little Ann and Other Poems. London, New York: George Routledge & Sons, 1883. pp. 17-18.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

[Page 17]


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?"

[Page 18]

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.


Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom