My Plight

The world is dark outside.

I feel the pain in my heart.

I know not where lies the solace,

To balm my aching heart.

Oh! For such suffering around;

I long for a streak of happiness.

Whither I rest my troubled soul,

And seek the world’s loveliness.

O, God! I entreat you, I implore you,

To come and save me.

Let all troubles vanish in the air,

Take me in your embrace and save thee.