"AS A LITTLE CHILD"

KATHARINE T. PORTER

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 caught
Us unaware, and chilled our natures through.
The truthful joy, the gratitude must once again
With tender conscience, intuitive love combine.
Ere we dare ask for more, we must in full regain
What once e'en here on earth we have possessed of Thine.