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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Widow Gordon's Petition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Right Hon. the Lady Carteret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,<br>You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.<br>Eternal King! if here in vain I cry,<br>Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How blest are they, who sleep among the Dead,<br>Nor hear their Childrens piercing Cries for Bread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When your lov'd Off--spring gives your Soul Delight,<br>Reflect how mine are irksome to my Sight:<br>O think, how must a wretched Mother grieve,<br>Who hears the Want she never can relieve!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Evil preys upon my helpless Son,<br>(How many Ways the Wretched are undone!)<br>Cruel Distemper! to assault his Sight,<br>And rob him of his only Joy, the Light!<br>His Anguish makes my weary'd Eyes o'erflow,<br>And loads me with unutterable Woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No friendly Voice my lonely Mansion cheers;<br>All fly th' Infection of the Widow's Tears:<br>Ev'n those, whose Pity eas'd my Wants with Bread,<br>Are now, O sad Reverse! my greatest Dread.<br>My mournful Story will no more prevail,<br>And ev'ry Hour I dread a dismal Jail:<br>I start at each imaginary Sound,<br>And Horrors have encompass'd me around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tremble, ye Daughters, who at Ease recline,<br>Lest you should know a Misery like mine.<br>Ye now, unmov'd, can hear the Wretched moan;<br>And feel no Wants, yourselves oppress'd by none;<br>Fly from the Sight of Woes ye will not share,<br>And leave the helpless Orphan to despair.<br>But know, that dreadful Hour is drawing near,<br>When you'll be treated, as you've acted here:<br>To you no more the Wretched shall complain;<br>'Twill be your Turn to weep, and sue in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not so the Fair, with godlike Mercy blest,<br>Who feels another's Anguish in her Breast;<br>Who never hears the Wretched sigh in vain,<br>Herself distress'd till she relieves their Pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Fame reports, fair Carteret, of you;<br>This blest Report encourag'd me to sue.<br>O Angel--Goodness, hear, and ease my Moan,<br>Nor let your Mercy fail in me alone!<br>So at the last Tribunal will I stand,<br>With my poor Orphans, plac'd on either Hand;<br>There, with my Cries, my Saviour I'll assail;<br>(For at His Bar the Widow's Tears prevail)<br>That she, who made the Fatherless her Care,<br>The Fulness of celestial Joys may share;<br>That she a Crown of Glory may receive,<br>Who snatch'd me from Destruction, and the Grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,
You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.
Eternal King! if here in vain I cry,
Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly?

How blest are they, who sleep among the Dead..."></div>
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