Home Here, and Home in Heaven; With Other Poems

THE PROMISE

One precious promise there is left,
Though of all others I’m bereft,
That courage plants within my soul,
When o’er me life’s rough billows roll,
And will support and comfort me,
Though earthly props and joys all flee,
‘Tis, He relieves, when in distress,
The widow and the fatherless. HHHH 97.1