Faith

A weary wanderer, sickened of the cold 
And heartless world, sat down amid the wild 
Untrodden wood, and bitterly reviled;
Till his crushed heart grew insolently bold 
Against his God; when suddenly, behold,
     Close by his side there came an orphan child, 
     Lost in the wood; and yet how sweet she smiled 
When to his brief 'whose girl art thou?' she told
‘I am His Child,' and pointed skyward. Lo, 
     What joy electric in his scarred heart springs;
He bless'd the babe, and as they onward go 
     The thought new life into his bosom brings.
O! to what loving Faith his heart will grow, 
     Who reads God's providence even in evil things.