VI.

What is it makes us feel relieved to see
That hapless little dancer reach the ground;
With its whole spirit's elasticity
Thrown into one glad, safe, triumphant bound?
Why are we sad, when, as it gazes round
At that wide sea of paint, and gauze, and plumes,
(Once more awake to sense, and sight, and sound,)
The nature of its age it re-assumes,
And one spontaneous smile at length its face illumes?

VII.

Because we feel, for Childhood's years and strength,
Unnatural and hard the task hath been; —
Because our sickened souls revolt at length,
And ask what infant-innocence may mean,
Thus toiling through the artificial scene; —
Because at that word, Childhood , start to birth
All dreams of hope and happiness serene —
All thoughts of innocent joy that visit earth —
Prayer — slumber — fondness — smiles — and hours of rosy mirth.

VIII.

And therefore when we hear the shrill faint cries
Which mark the wanderings of the little sweep;
Or when, with glittering teeth and sunny eyes,
The boy-Italian's voice, so soft and deep,
Asks alms for his poor marmoset asleep;
They fill our hearts with pitying regret,
Those little vagrants doomed so soon to weep —
As though a term of joy for all was set,
And that their share of Life's long suffering was not yet.

IX.

Ever a toiling child doth make us sad:
'T is an unnatural and mournful sight,
Because we feel their smiles should be so glad,
Because we know their eyes should be so bright.
What is it, then, when, tasked beyond their might,
They labour all day long for others' gain, —
Nay, trespass on the still and pleasant night,
While uncompleted hours of toil remain?
Poor little Factory S LAVES — for Y OU these lines complain!

X.

Beyond all sorrow which the wanderer knows,
Is that these little pent-up wretches feel;
Where the air thick and close and stagnant grows,
And the low whirring of the incessant wheel
Dizzies the head, and makes the senses reel:
There, shut for ever from the gladdening sky,
Vice premature and Care's corroding seal
Stamp on each sallow cheek their hateful die,
Line the smooth open brow, and sink the saddened eye.