STARVING
BY BELLA FRENCH
She sat beside the window
And gazed into the night—
Her spirit just as deary—
Just as devoid of light.
The earth, in darkness shrouded,
Seemed blended with the sky;
And silence reigned about her—
No friend, nor foe was nigh.
But she, the pale, sad watcher,
Hid there from mortal view,
Reached out among the shadows,
As Dying peoples:
And on the soft, Spring breezes
Went up a mournful cry:
“Here, in the darkness, Father,
I droop, I faint, I die!
“While reigns Thy blest abundance
About, below, above
My soul is starving, dying
For sympathy and love!”
God help thee, joyless creature,
And bring to thee, some day
The light of affection
That fadeth not away
Ah, me! How very many
Walk through this life in night,
And find, oh! Never, never,
The love that bringeth light!
How many pale lips utter
A like despairing moan:
My soul is starving, dying
Here in the gloom alone!”
Title: STARVING
Author: BELLA FRENCH
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Media: Newspaper article, glued to Page 454 of the Ledger of Captain W. B.
Blair
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