“Thou, Son of David, mercy;” and the prayer,
“Have mercy on me,” echoed through the air.
Ah! who could see that sightless being stand,
Wretched and poor, without one helping hand;
And, with cold-hearted selfishness forbid
That cry for mercy in his suffering need.
But ’twere as easy to impede the course
Of the swol’n current, or control its force
As check the overpowering prayer of faith,
While still the suppliant has the power of breath,