lil island Gal

(1989 / khi)

Childhood


Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,
With its careless, thoughtless air,
Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,
Wants the training hand of care.

See it springing all around us -
Glad to know, and quick to learn;
Asking questions that confound us;
Teaching lessons in its turn.

Who loves not its joyous revel,
Leaping lightly on the lawn,
Up the knoll, along the level,
Free and graceful as a fawn

Let it revel; it is nature
Giving to the little dears
Strength of limb, and healthful features,
For the toil of coming years.

He who checks a child with terror,
Stops its play, and stills its song,
Not alone commits an error,
But a great and moral wrong.

Give it play, and never fear it -
Active life is no defect;
Never, never break its spirit -
Curb it only to direct.

Would you dam the flowing river,
Thinking it would cease to flow
Onward it must go forever -
Better teach it where to go.

Childhood is a fountain welling,
Trace its channel in the sand,
And its currents, spreading, swelling,
Will revive the withered land.

Childhood is the vernal season;
Trim and train the tender shoot;
Love is to the coming reason,
As the blossom to the fruit.

Tender twigs are bent and folded -
Art to nature beauty lends;
Childhood easily is moulded;
Manhood breaks, but seldom bends.

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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