They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes;
Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild;
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]
The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call read more
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
changelings.
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life read more
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of read more
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
