"That's father to the fatherless,
"Become thy father now, an' bless
"An' keep, an' leäd, an' love thee."
—Though she've a-lost, I thought, so much,
Still He don't let the thoughts o't touch
Her litsome heart, by day or night;
An' zoo, if we could teäke it right,
Do show He'll meäke his burdens light
To weaker souls; an' that his smile,
Is sweet upon a harmless chile,