O child! who to this evil world art come, br Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, br Welcome unto this dungeon-house, thy home! br Welcome to all the woe this life awards thee! br Upon thy forehead yet the badge of sin br Hath worn no trace; thou look'st as though from heaven, br But pain, and guilt, and misery lie within; br Poor exile! from thy happy birth-land driven. br Thine eyes are sealed by the soft hand of sleep, br And like unruffled waves thy slumber seems; br The time's at hand when thou must wake to weep, br Or sleeping, walk a restless world of dreams.