Hagar

Lone in the wilderness, her child and she,
Sits the dark beauty, and her fierce-eyed boy ;
A heavy burden, and no winsome toy
To such as her, a hanging babe must be.
A slave without a master — wild, not free,
With anger in her heart I and in her face
Shame for foul wrong and undeserved disgrace.
Poor Hagar mourns her lost virginity !
Poor woman, fear not — God is everywhere ;
Thy silent tears, thy thirsty infants moan.
Are known to Him, whose never-absent care
Still wakes to make all hearts and souls his own
He sends an angel from beneath his throne
To cheer the outcast in the desert bare