Children
O CHILDREN , life's perpetual June!
Your path with buds and fragrance strewn,
Down which your feet beat happy tune!
Your chubby hands are full of flowers,
Your eyes, of sunshine and of showers, —
Darlings of Nature's heart and ours!
With you we toss the fragrant hay,
Or pluck wild roses from the spray;
Your cheeks more rosy-fair than they.
Such charm has Nature round you flung;
You know " the song the sirens sung, "
That keeps our hearts forever young;
That lures us to forget our years,
Forget our burdens and our fears;
Oh, blessed is the ear that hears!
The innocence that is so wise;
The trust that dreams of no disguise;
The simple faith in mysteries, —
These still shall in the world survive
So long as God doth children give,
To keep the child in us alive.
Your path with buds and fragrance strewn,
Down which your feet beat happy tune!
Your chubby hands are full of flowers,
Your eyes, of sunshine and of showers, —
Darlings of Nature's heart and ours!
With you we toss the fragrant hay,
Or pluck wild roses from the spray;
Your cheeks more rosy-fair than they.
Such charm has Nature round you flung;
You know " the song the sirens sung, "
That keeps our hearts forever young;
That lures us to forget our years,
Forget our burdens and our fears;
Oh, blessed is the ear that hears!
The innocence that is so wise;
The trust that dreams of no disguise;
The simple faith in mysteries, —
These still shall in the world survive
So long as God doth children give,
To keep the child in us alive.
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