Excerpt from Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan, Vol. 3: Coruisken Sonnets, Book of Orm and Political Mystics I found Thee not by the starved widow's bed, Nor in the sick-rooms where my dear ones died In Cities vast I hearken'd for Thy tread, And heard a thousand call Thee, wretched-eyed, Worn out, and bitter. But the Heavens denied Their melancholy Maker. From the Degreesdead Assurance came, nor answer. Then I fled Into these wastes, and raised my hands, and cried 'the seasons pass - the sky is as a pall Thin wasted hands on withering hearts we press - m There is no God - in vain we plead and call, In vain with weary eyes we search and guess Like children in an empty house sit all, Cast-away children, lorn and fatherless.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.