CHAPTER III 25
" My feet they are sore , and my limbs they are weary ; Long is the way , and the mountains are wild ; Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary Over the path of the poor orphan child .
" Why did they send me so far and so lonely , Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled ? Men are hard-hearted , and kind angels only Watch o ' er the steps of a poor orphan child .
" Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing , Clouds there are none , and clear stars beam mild , God , in His mercy , protection is showing , Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child .
" Ev ' n should I fall o ' er the broken bridge passing , Or stray in the marshes , by false lights beguiled , Still will my Father , with promise and blessing , Take to His bosom the poor orphan child .
" There is a thought that for strength should avail me , Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled ; Heaven is a home , and a rest will not fail me ; God is a friend to the poor orphan child ."
" Come , Miss Jane , don ' t cry ," said Bessie as she finished . She might as well have said to the fire , " don ' t burn !" but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey ? In the course of the morning Mr . Lloyd came again .
" What , already up !" said he , as he entered the nursery . " Well , nurse , how is she ?"
Bessie answered that I was doing very well .
" Then she ought to look more cheerful . Come here , Miss Jane : your name is Jane , is it not ?"
" Yes , sir , Jane Eyre ."