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THE ORPHAN.
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Then lift thy head, poor orphan, in thy grief,
Turn from the world, and fix thy thoughts above—
Thou hast a Father who can give relief,
And love thee with a deep, immortal love!
He will uphold thee on life's stormy sea,
And make thee blessed in eternity.