Stranger! so bright, so innocent, so fair,
We give thee welcome to our world of care;
Come to partake our sorrow—thou hast known
The pang already, by that stifled moan—
When rosy pleasure shall her smiles renew,
Come with thy kindred heart, and share them too.
We bless thee, babe! for we have need to bless
A fellow-pilgrim in a world like this,
Where mirth is mockery, and joy a dream,
And we are never happy—though we seem.