Sore in Need Was I of a Faithful Friend
Sore in need was I of a faithful friend,
And it seemed to me that life
Had come to its much desired end–
Just then God gave me a wife.
I had seen the beauty of fairy things,
And seen the women walk;
I had heard the voice of the seven sins
And all the wonderful talk.
Ah, the promising earth that seems so kind,
And the comrades with outstretched hand–
But did you ever stand alone
In a black, forsaken land?
Then the wonderful things that God can do
One comes to understand:
How He turns the desert dust to a dream,
And the lonely wind to a friend,
And makes a bright beginning
Of what had seemed the end:
’Twas in such an hour God placed in mine
The moonbeam hand of a friend.
