Blessed Jesus ever loved to trace
The innocent brightness of an infant’s face;
He raised them in His holy arms;
He blessed them from the world and all its harms:
Heirs though they were of sin and shame,
He blessed them in His own, and in His Father’s Name.
Keble.
Christian! thy dream is now—it was not then:
O, it were strange if childhood were a dream.
Strife, and the world, are dreams: to wakeful men