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.
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