The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

Every Wolf's And Lion's Howl Raises From Hell A Human Soul.

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

For Everything Exists And Not One Sigh Nor Smile Nor Tear, One Hair Nor Particle Of Dust, Not One Can Pass Away.