Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Soul of a Child
That grows in the garden of God.
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay to the cloud.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care,
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet, wistful soul of a child.
Be tender, O gardener, and give it its share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for the painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold.
It will seem that an angel has smiled.
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.