The Children Those truants from home and from heaven,— I ask not a life for the dear ones, All radiant, as others have done, But that life may have just enough shadow 239 I would pray God to guard them from evil, Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner, But a sinner must pray for himself. The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, Where I shut them for breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction; I shall leave the old house in the autumn, That meet me each morn at the door! I shall miss them at morn and at even, And the tread of their delicate feet. And death says: "The school is dismissed!" May the little ones gather around me, To bid me good night and be kissed! Charles Monroe Dickinson [1842 THE CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The sound of a door that is opened, From my study I see in the lamplight, A whisper, and then a silence: A sudden rush from the stairway, By three doors left unguarded They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Is not a match for you all! The Desire I have you fast in my fortress, But put you down into the dungeon And there will I keep you forever, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away. 241 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] LAUS INFANTIUM In praise of little children I will say God first made man, then found a better way Of all created things, the loveliest And most divine are children. Nothing here And though, when God saw all his works were good, 'Twas said of children in a later day That none could enter Heaven save such as they. The earth, which feels the flowering of a thorn, William Canton [1845 THE DESIRE GIVE me no mansions ivory white Nor palaces of pearl and gold; Give me a child for all delight, Just four years old. Give me no wings of rosy shine Give me no gold and starry crown Give me a check that's like the peach, Dear God, You give me from Your skies As Mary once her Paradise, Just four years old. Katherine Tynan [1861 A CHILD'S LAUGHTER ALL the bells of heaven may ring, One thing yet there is, that none, Hearing ere its chime be done, Soft and strong and loud and light, Seven Years Old 243 Very sound of very light, Heard from morning's rosiest height, When the soul of all delight, Fills a child's clear laughter. Golden bells of welcome rolled Might be half as sweet as when Laughs a child of seven. Algernon Charles Swinburne [1837-1909] SEVEN YEARS OLD SEVEN white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven, Seven white sails on one soft sea, Seven white swans on one lake's lea, All are types unmeet to be For a birthday's crown of seven. Not the radiance of the roses, Not the blessing of the bread, Not the breeze that ere day grows is Nothing sweeter, nothing best, Joy grows holy, grief takes rest, With most light and breath of pleasure; |