O, Child Poem by welkin siskin

A bloom-er you are,

With glows and shines blooming-

Eyes yours let 'em never blear

In the intricacies of despair glooming

In the bemusement of strange creatures!



When the founts of your knowledge

Are the dark gatherings of the dusk?

In such an innocent age

You may in craze of gaudery often burst

As springs of scattered droplets wide and far

Up to the flood-tide of Mischief, dear!



But the World's happier eyes

For your budding knowledge never dies

For It's yet to behold

You; as bright as diamond and as invaluable as gold

To spruce up the world of the pits

In the strait of deep bits;

Slumbered in the Inland

Of uncultivated crudeness

-Of woeful misery…
In pursuit of noble deeds, you rise
Like the eyeful being of sober identity.
Rise, O Child!
Rise!
Rise! !
Rise! ! !