And didst Thou feel quite good in bed,
Kiss’d, and sweet, and Thy prayers said?
Thou canst not have forgotten all
That it feels like to be small:
And Thou know’st I cannot pray
To Thee in my father’s way—
When Thou wast so little, say,
Couldst Thou talk Thy Father’s way?—
So, a little Child, come down
And hear a child’s tongue like Thy own;