" MY GOOD RIGHT HAND "

I fell into grief, and began to complain ;
I looked for a friend, but I sought him in vain ;
Companions were shy, and acquaintance were cold,
They gave me good counsel, but dreaded their gold,
"Let them go," I exclaimed : " I've a friend at my side,
To lift me, and aid me, whatever betide.
To trust to the world is to build on the sand ;
I'll trust but in Heaven and my good Right Hand."

My courage revived, in my fortune's despite,
And my hand was as strong as my spirit was light ;
It raised me from sorrow, it saved me from pain :
It fed me, and clad me, again and again.
The friends who had left came back every one,
And darkest advisers looked bright as the sun ;
I need them no more, as they all understand, ---
I thank thee, I trust thee, My good Right Hand !