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.

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.

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.]

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly read more

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a read more

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away
childish things.

[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.

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

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.

In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and read more

In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be
comforted, because they are not.