THE POOR CHILDREN

by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)

      AKE heed of this small child of earth;
      He is great; he hath in him God most high.
      Children before their fleshly birth
      Are lights alive in the blue sky.
       
      In our light bitter world of wrong
      They come; God gives us them awhile.
      His speech is in their stammering tongue,
      And his forgiveness in their smile.
       
      Their sweet light rests upon our eyes.
      Alas! their right to joy is plain.
      If they are hungry Paradise
      Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.
       
      The want that saps their sinless flower
      Speaks judgment on sin's ministers.
      Man holds an angel in his power.
      Ah! deep in Heaven what thunder stirs,
       
      When God seeks out these tender things
      Whom in the shadow where we sleep
      He sends us clothed about with wings,
      And finds them ragged babes that weep!

This English translation of "The Poor Children" was composed by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909).

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