1. Tell me what you saw -
Were they orphans or a glorious parade?

2. Like the flowers of spring, so pure and bright,
And the stars of spring, shining light.

3. With butterflies fluttering in poise and rest,
And birds singing the sweetest melodies.

4. For whenever I look upon a child,
I feel I’m seeing an angel so mild.

5. Say to those who see only heavy fog -
Beneath it lies a bright new dawn.

6. The little orphan who seems so frail
Is nothing, if you only unveil,

7. A seedling that will bloom one day
With sweetest fruit and flowers gay.

8. Perhaps God has hidden within him
A poet, philosopher or sage supreme.

9. Not every genius was an orphan child,
But like an orphan, innocent and mild.

10. He knows not, but he will come to know
That the Lord of orphans lives, for He is not low.

11. When the little becomes a youth so keen,
When the young wear jewels and finery sheen.

12. Every star becomes, before it starts to fade,
A nebula, from people's eyes waylaid.

13. If death has taken his father away,
It takes not the love in you, ever to stay.

14. And hardship begets kindness, don't you see?
It is a blessing, though bitterly.

15. Say not who was his mother or his sire,
For Syria was his father and his mother.

16. So help him live and grow, at peace,
With tranquil spirit and joy increased.

17. Many a bright mind darkened woefully
When steeped in poverty and agony.

18. How many sinners, when mercy touched their hearts,
Became, though jailed, free in secret parts.

19. Fight poverty in the little ones now small,
Before in them it grows beyond recall.

20. See all of them as that man, hurt and lame,
And like the Samaritan, let us do the same.