To the Poor
Anna Lætitia Barbauld
1743 to 1825
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Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind;
Child of distress, who meet'st the bitter scorn
By whom the sun gives light, the ocean flows;
Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul,
But when thou feel'st the great deliverer nigh,
Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned,
And thy freed spirit mounting seeks the sky,
Safe in the bosom of that love repose
Prepare to meet a Father undismayed,
Nor fear the God whom priests and kings have made.
Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears;
Flow in full cups of joy—and not for thee;
Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years,
Nor deem the Lord above like lords below;—
Whose bursting heart disdains unjust control,
Bear, bear thy wrongs—fulfill thy destined hour,
Of fellow-men to happier prospects born,
Doomed Art and Nature's various stores to see
No whispered terrors shake thy quiet breast:
Let no vain fears thy parting hour molest,
Think not their threats can work thy future woe,
Bend thy meek neck beneath the foot of Power;