A Strangers Plea
o tremulous voice, thy sound I hear,
Thy plaintiff wail, with quivering tone
On Barren ground it ne'er will fall
What mortal soul will heed thy call!
Or turn thee down when broods not well
For who knowest when my own time must dwell?
For want of a strangers kind answer to my own plea!
So I heed thee well, and offer thee
My time my thoughts, my deeds.