Childhood and home as jealous angels seem:
Like shapes and hues that play in clouds at even,
They have but shifted from Thee into Heaven!
F. W. Faber.
Something divine about an Infant seems
To them, who watch it in that holy light
Of meaning, caught from these celestial words
Of Christ—“Forbid them not, but let them come.”
Fresh buds of being! beautiful as frail.
Types of that kingdom which our souls profess