THE FLOWERING OF THE CHILD-HEART

When fervently you long to see each childGrow beautiful, intelligent, and strong—To flower into manhood, undefiledBy sophistry, unbruised by stubborn wrong—Oh, let no willful effort pry apartThe infant bud that bides the touch of Love:But turn obediently with listening heartTo hear Mind's pure instruction. Humbly gloveYour zeal and wait while Spirit's gentle lawInspires with timeless, tender, Godlike graceThe breath of bloom. Then Love's warm light will drawEach petaled purpose into ordered place.Like beauty borne on efflorescent bough,Each child unfolds in Truth's eternal now.

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