If thou a childlike frame retainest,
With thee, e’en here, I know full well,
God and His Paradise will dwell.
A child does not in gold or treasure,
Or dazzling pomp of words take pleasure;
For whether he be poor or rich
Is one to him, he cares not which.
He holds not men in admiration;
Nor prince, nor king, nor lofty station
Can e’er a little child appal,