Take heed of this small child of earth;
⁠He is great: he hath in him God most high.
Children before their fleshly birth
⁠Are lights alive in the blue sky.

In our light bitter world of wrong
⁠They come; God gives us them awhile.
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
⁠And his forgiveness in their smile.

Their sweet light rests upon our eyes.
⁠Alas! their right to joy is plain.
If they are hungry, Paradise
⁠Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.