MARCH FIRST
I am one who holds a treasure
And a gem of wondrous cost;
But I mar my heart's deep pleasure
With the fear it may be lost.
. . . . . . . .
Then spoke the Angel of mothers
To me, in gentle tone,
"Be kind to the children of others
And thus deserve thine own."
Julia Ward Howe
MARCH SECOND
Here at the portals thou dost stand
And, with thy little hand,
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.
Longfellow
MARCH THIRD
Like children with violets playing
In the shade of the whispering trees.
Charles Kingsley
MARCH FOURTH
Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes
into the arms of fallen men and pleads with them to
return to Paradise
Emerson
MARCH FIFTH
Come to me O ye children!
For I hear you at your play
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Longfellow