And the child is squalid, and puny, and thin,—
But HUSH—hush your voice as you enter in!
Nor dare to despise, lest a deadly sin
On your soul rest unforgiven;—
Perchance, oh scornful and worldly-wise,
A Shakespeare dreams in those thoughtful eyes—
A Newton looks out at the starry skies—
Or a prison'd angel in calm surprise
Looks back to its Heaven!