As a Little Child

ZILLAH EVELYN GRIMES

A child did sing of birds and flowers,
Crooned to himself a melody,
All to himself, in quiet joy,
Smiling, as though he did not see

Shadows near him, darkness and doubt.
Sad hearts weighed down with grief and care
Watched him, sweet singing in the sun,
And watching, wondered at him there.

"He is too young to understand;
He sings because he does not know."
So worldly wisdom turned again
To gaze, dull-eyed, upon its woe.

But still that sweetly crooning sound—
Till thought awoke to Truth's demands,
And waking, heard the message clear:
"He sings because he understands!

"So pure in heart, he sees God near,
His Father, ever present good;
Truth, Life, protects him; Love divine
Enfolds in wondrous motherhood."

A soft peace falls upon the heart.
Need we have more of care than he,
The child, who sees his Father's face,
And dwells in heaven, harmony?

No more need shadows veil the sun,
Nor fear, nor doubt, the night prolong;
Because we, too, can understand,
And sing in gratitude our song.

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