Poems (Jordan)/Sorrow
For works with similar titles, see Sorrow.
SORROW
A child of no nation, whom all nations claim— Though no welcoming smile may we feign,For it enters our life-doors, nor tells why it came, Though we question again and again.
A child and so helpless, with tear-wetted eyes,— Tears which drop upon all that we hold—Yet we nestle it close, and to muffle its cries Ever closer our hearts will enfold.
A Jew is this wand'rer of royal descent, In whose features enshadowed, we traceThe sure likeness to Him, who such bearer hath sent, That we thus may remember His Face.