Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Amenophis and Other Poems (1892). III. On the Love of ChildrenFrancis Turner Palgrave (18241897)
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Why speed the children’s feet?
And who the Youth that sits alone,
The clamorous flock to greet?
Their faces at His knee:
His looks are looks of love; yet seem
Something beyond to see.
And bid the throng away,
“Nor press around the stranger youth,
Nor by the fold delay.”
A child upon His knee:
“God’s kingdom is of such as these;
So let them come to Me.”
No fond excess could touch!
But man’s best strength is feebleness,
And we may love too much!
Who glows not with delight
Whene’er the little ones go by
In casual daily sight;
His altar, lisps a prayer,
And perfect faith, and utter love,
And Christ Himself, is there;
To beg some baby grace,
And all the beauty of the dawn
Comes rose-red o’er the face;
Her smaller sister wiles,
And two bright heads o’ershade the book;
Half study, and half smiles.
No fond excess could touch!
Yet when that innocence we see,
How can we love too much?
Their spell we seek in vain;—
Go, ask the linnet why he sings,—
He can but sing again!
Renew a later spring,
O dewy roses of the dawn,
Fresh from God’s gardening!
O Lord! by lessening grow;
From love’s pure fount the more we take,
The more the waters flow.
Not prizing what we see?
How turn away Thy little ones
Without forbidding Thee?
Or count our kisses o’er;
Nor bids us love His lambs the less,
But Him Who loves them, more.