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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By George EdgarMontgomery

1267 To a Child

I LOOK upon thy happy face—

Dear child with those undarkened eyes

Like glimpses of transparent skies—

And dream of things which have no place

In that small, golden head of thine;

Things that no ten-year-old has yet

Dared in his roguish wit to set

To thought, or word, or rhythmic line.

And it is better so, I think,

Better the child should be a child,

That he should grow as glad and wild

As flowers upon a river’s brink.

Laugh, then, and romp, and kiss the sun,

And be as if this ancient earth

Were but the resting-place of mirth

Since time was born and joy begun.

Laugh, and I ’ll be a child with thee,

Forgetful of the days which fly,

Forgetful of the nights which die,

And sipping sweetness like the bee.

For, oh! remember, little sir,

Childhood is but a passing spring,

Loath to await the burgeoning

Of summer and its fiery stir.…

But no, my dreams will not be stilled;

I cannot turn the long years back,

And life for me has ploughed its track;

The man must be the man, as willed;

Not dreams, I warn thee, such as they,

Our languid-hearted poets make,

Nor such as many love to wake

From fable or the Grecian lay;

But dreams of an aspiring soul,

That yearns with all its human might

To steal the secrets of the night,

To reach some high millennial goal.

Here, at this hour, I view the sweep

Of a vast century to its close,

Sublime in its titanic throes,

And in its plummet ocean-deep—

A century thrilled from start to end

With fearless striving, fearless hope,

Whose larger mind and wider scope

In one eternal progress tend.…

Yet thine will be the loftier tread,

And thine will be the swifter pace;

When thou shalt be as I, the race

Will scorn the marvels of the dead.

Ah, thou shalt look so clear, so far,

That all I wonder at will seem

Like the first mistings of a dream

Which dawns into a perfect star.