Turning to mirth all things of earth,
As only boyhood can.
Hood
JULY TWENTY-FOURTH
A tiny thing,
Whom, when it slept, the lovely mother nursed
With reverent love; whom, when it woke she fed
And wondered at, and lost herself in long
Rapture of watching and contentment deep.
Jean Ingelow
JULY TWENTY-FIFTH
But more sweet
Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly feet,
The light of little children and their love.
Swinburne
JULY TWENTY-SIXTH
Full often it falls out, by fortune from God,
That a man and a maid may marry in this world,
Find cheer in the child whom they nourish and care for
Tenderly tend it until the time comes,
Beyond the first years, when, the young limbs increasing,
Grown firm with life's fulness, are formed for their work;
Fond father and mother so guide it and feed it,
Give gifts to it, clothe it: God only can know
What lot to its latter days life has to bring.
Anglo-Saxon Poem
JULY TWENTY-SEVENTH
But children holds he dearest of the dear.
Ingemann
JULY TWENTY-EIGHTH