In our life, which was brief, we received without stint
Abuse, imprecations, and curses.
No useless retorts did we ever return
To those who so coldly received us:
But we patiently bore each contemptuous spurn,
Till sweet death in his mercy relieved us.
Few and short were our moments on earth,
And they were brief snatches of sorrow;
Our parents were told at the time of our birth,
We were only for idiots to borrow.