A little girl stood in a silent street, <br />uncared for in the meanest part of town. <br />No silken hose or shoes upon her feet; <br />a ragged doll dressed in a tattered gown. <br /> <br />She shivered in the grasp of winter’s cold. <br />The wind cut through her body to the bone, <br />and never friendly arm to reach and hold. <br />An orphan girl who faced the world alone. <br /> <br />Her feeble frame was feverish and ill. <br />She searched and clutched to find each frantic breath, <br />until at last her tiny heart was still. <br />Her tired spirit yielded up to death. <br /> <br />But wait! What gentle smile lights up her face? <br />Why has her sun at last begun to shine. <br />Has she discovered some Eternal Grace <br />that takes her through a portico divine? <br /> <br />Her Father waits to take her by the hand. <br />In harmony, a heavenly choir sings. <br />She enters gladly to her Promised Land <br />and soars above the world on angel’s wings.<br /><br />Thomas Vaughan Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-orphan-girl/
