To the Poor
Anna Lætitia Barbauld
1743 to 1825
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Child of distress, who meet'st the bitter scorn
Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years,
Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul,
Nor fear the God whom priests and kings have made.
Doomed Art and Nature's various stores to see
Think not their threats can work thy future woe,
Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears;
Whose bursting heart disdains unjust control,
Nor deem the Lord above like lords below;—
Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind;
Let no vain fears thy parting hour molest,
No whispered terrors shake thy quiet breast:
Bear, bear thy wrongs—fulfill thy destined hour,
Safe in the bosom of that love repose
Flow in full cups of joy—and not for thee;
Prepare to meet a Father undismayed,
Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned,
Of fellow-men to happier prospects born,
And thy freed spirit mounting seeks the sky,
But when thou feel'st the great deliverer nigh,
Bend thy meek neck beneath the foot of Power;
By whom the sun gives light, the ocean flows;