[Written for the Sentinel]

As a Little Child

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 careWatched him, sweet singing in the sun,And watching, wondered at him there.

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