The Forsaken

The peace which others seek they find;

The heaviest storms not longest last;

Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind

An amnesty for what is past;

When will my sentence be reversed?

I only pray to know the worst;

And wish as if my heart would burst.

O weary struggle! silent year

Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;

And yet they leave it short, and fear

And hopes are strong and will prevail.

My calmest faith escapes not pain;

And, feeling that the hope in vain,

I think that He will come again.