Teach Me to Love

Ah, Lord, so often as I go, I blunder all unthinkingly into a chilling thought that shrivels dawning joy, as frost will blacken tiny tender buds—or just the slightest careless touch will mar the feathered wings of gorgeous butterflies.

Teach me to love—that little children's eyes may light with confidence and joy when they meet mine.

October 29, 1927

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