In innocence he still looks on.
All day ’tis his beloved employment,
From morn till eve his chief enjoyment,
To gaze upon his mother’s face,
Or cling to her with fond embrace.
O Innocence! sweet child’s existence!
This have I learnt through God’s assistance—
He who possesses thee is wise,
And valued in th’ Almighty’s eyes.
O childhood! well-beloved of heaven!