Is worth so much as a little

Child's love may be worth.

We see the children above us

As they might angels above:

Come back to us, child, if you love us,

And bring us your love.

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365

No time for books or for letters:

What time should there be?

No room for tasks and their fetters:

Full room to be free.

The wind and the sun and the Maytime

Had never a guest

More worthy the most that his playtime

Could give of its best.

If rain should come on, peradventure,

(But sunshine forbid!)

Vain hope in us haply might venture

To dream as it did.

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