Classic Poem

Heav'n release you, lone ones! bending
'Neath your weary life of pain;
Tears of ceaseless anguish blending
With the bitter cup ye drain;
Yet, think not our pray'rs ascending
Shall forever rise in vain.

God hath rais'd up hearts of feeling,
That have felt for all your woe;
Bear awhile; and soon, revealing
Brighter prospects with its glow,
Light, across your night-clouds stealing,
Hours of freedom yet may show.