Slumber little friend so wee,
Joy thy joy is bringing.
Bellman
MARCH TWENTY-SIXTH
Thou straggler into loving arms,
Young climber up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways
Then life and all shall cease.
Charles Lamb
MARCH TWENTY-SEVENTH
Where children are not, heaven is not, and heaven,
If they come not again, shall be never!
But the face and the voice of a child are assurances
of heaven and its promises forever.
Swinburne
MARCH TWENTY-EIGHTH
O blessed vision! Happy child!
Thou art so exquisitely wild,
I think of thee with many fears
For what may be thy lot in future years.
Wordsworth
MARCH TWENTY-NINTH
And with heaven in their hearts and their faces,
Up rose the children all.
Longfellow
MARCH THIRTIETH