They Are Children, That We Know Poem by james watkin
They Are Children, That We Know
They are children, that we know.
Their sound befits not their size!
Nor do their guileless smilings
But pursuade us that their's is
A face that is facing His;
Turned away from all vile things.
It is youth, we wonder not.
Their Earth tis, that greens beneath
Their dash, not ill-adapted
As many lightnings, to the air!
As the flare-ups, star-streaked
To the calm dusks overhead.
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