The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Heaven Help Ye

Heaven Help Ye
Heaven help ye, lorn ones! bending 'Neath your weary life of pain, Tears of ceaseless anguish blending With the bitter cup ye drain; Yet think not your prayers ascending, Shall forever rise in vain.

Hearts there are of human feeling, That have felt your cry of woe; Bear awhile! and soon revealing Brighter prospects with its glow, Light across your night-clouds stealing Hours of freedom yet may show.