How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood
When fond recollections present them to view.
S. Wordsworth.
Deep meaning often lies in childish plays. Schiller.
Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night.
Elizabeth A. Allen.
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain;
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
E. A. Allen.