When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
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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.
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with read more
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
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.
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.
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning read more
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight read more
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.
