The child’s grief throbs against the round of its little heart as heavily as the man’s sorrow. Chapin.
Baby lips will laugh me down. Tennyson.
A child’s sob curseth deeper in the silence
Than the strong man in his wrath.
E. B. Browning.
Dispel not the happy delusions of children. Goethe.
Happy child! The cradle is to thee a vast space.
Schiller.
Who can foretell for what high cause
This destiny of the gods was born.