This poor little waif, unwelcomed has come,
Been rescued by chance from hunger and cold,
How early life’s trials for it have begun,
How many new fears may its future unfold!
Left helpless and homeless to strangers alone,
With not even a name to claim as its own.
Now the watchman returns for his foundling care.
I resign it reluctantly into his arms,
The babe is adrift again—O whither and where?
Will it find security from life’s alarms?