TWO LITTLE ORPHANS
Two orphans in the world are left,
A brother and sister sighing;
Two Vireos aggrieved, bereft,
Two little orphans crying.
By the Author.
Close clinging to their cheerless nest,
Two little birds are trying
To call back joys of mother’s breast,
A mother, lifeless lying.
God’s two-fold plan for making song—
Some fiend the while defying—
And man’s two friends their whole life long;
Two little orphans crying.
No answer comes, save from the King,
A King who’s aye supplying
The needs of the great and smallest thing—
His little orphans crying.
By Courtesy of Briscoe and Arnold.