[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Little Scientist

There are no eyes more beautiful to me
Than those that look from out her dear, round face.
They are so steadfast in their gaze, so clear,
They do not see alone, they speak, they hear,
Laugh like bright water in some pebbly place
And instantly seem deeper than the sea.

She leans so trustingly on Love's wise power,
Accepts God's promises with glad delight—
I am rebuked before the childish eyes,
They shine with so much truth, they are so wise,
So patiently they seek to learn the right,
So eloquently speak of Life's rich dower.

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