The Cry Of The Karens
By Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule)
Lines written after hearing a returned missionary relate some of the traditions, and speak of the long-cherished hopes of this interesting people.
A voice from the distant East -
A voice from a far-off shore -
A voice from the perishing tribes of Earth
Has wandered the blue seas o'er!
It comes with a lingering cry,
With a wail of anguish and pain, -
"O brothers, - our brothers! - why
Do we look for you still in vain?
"We are weary, - we droop, - we die!
We grope in the deepening gloom!
We look above with despairing eye!
We drop in the yawning tomb!
Our children stretch their hands
Far over the waters blue,
And vainly cry from our darkened lands -
Alas, how long - for you!
"Brothers! do ye not keep
Our law of the olden time,
For which, through ages of woe, we weep
In darkness, and sin, and crime?
There are sails from the distant West
Dotting our waters blue,
And the feet of strangers our shores have pressed,
But they came not, alas, from you!
"We know there's a God above,
We know there's a land of rest, -
But there's naught that whispers of pard'ning love
To our spirits by guilt oppressed!
We call to the earth below, -
To the calm, unanswering heaven, -
But no voice replies to our cry of woe
That can tell us of sins forgiven!
"And yet we look and wait,
With sorrowing hearts and sore,
If haply we may behold, though late,
Your sails from the western shore; -
O, come with that precious word
We lost in the far-off years,
And tell us the voice of woe is heard,
And God has beheld our tears!"