[Written for the Sentinel.]

"AS A LITTLE CHILD"

Remember childhood's ways—the pure, unsullied heart,The ready sympathy, affection, impulse true.Which were our own, e'er earth's cold blast had caughtUs unaware, and chilled our natures through.The truthful joy, the gratitude must once againWith tender conscience, intuitive love combine.Ere we dare ask for more, we must in full regainWhat once e'en here on earth we have possessed of Thine.

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