art and bless him.

　　He has come into this land of an hundred crossroads.

　　I know not how he chose you from the crowd，came to your door，and grasped your hand to ask his way.

　　He will follow you，laughing and talking，and not a doubt in his heart.

　　Keep his trust，lead him straight and bless him.

　　Lay your hand on his head，and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening，yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the haven of peace.

　　Forget him not in your hurry，let him come to your heart and bless him.