My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary; Long is… - Charlotte Brontë

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My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child. Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child. Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild,
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child. Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to His bosom the poor orphan child. There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled; Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child.

Charlotte Brontë

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Charlotte Brontë (21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855) was an English novelist, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters, who first published her work under the pseudonym Currer Bell.

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Alternative Names: Tree • Florian Wellesley • Lord Charles Albert • Captain Tree • Charles Wellesley • Charlotte Bronte • Currer Bell • Karlotta Bronte • Douro • Mrs. A. B. Nicholls • Charlotte Nicholls • Sharlotta Bronte • Mrs. Arthur Bell NichollsMrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls

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