Coming in, alas! to never
See the outside world again!
Some there are that have my pity:
Naught for them but toil and pain;
Doomed life's golden hours to fritter
Far from home and friends most dear—
God's pity on the poor full-termer
Coming in to die, we fear.
Coming in to serve our sentence,
Going out, we hope, to cheer;
Coming in to do hard labor,
Going out to family dear—
Careless stream of wretched mortals
From all stations 'long life's route—
Hovel, mansion and the hamlet—
Coming in and going out.