The House of The Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne Chapter 17 Page 37

She knelt down upon the platform where they were standing and lifted her clasped hands to the sky. The dull, gray weight of clouds made it invisible; but it was no hour for disbelief, — no juncture this to question that there was a sky above, and an Almighty Father looking from it!

“O God!” — ejaculated poor, gaunt Hepzibah, — then paused a moment, to consider what her prayer should be, — ”O God, — our Father, — are we not thy children? Have mercy on us!”