Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
POPE: _Essay on Man._ Epis. ii., Line 275.
The child is father of the man.
WORDSWORTH: _My Heart Leaps,_ Line 7.
Children are the keys of Paradise.
They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer
R.H. STODDARD: _The Children's Prayer._
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
CHARLES LAMB: _Old Familiar Faces._
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330.
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again, just for to-night.
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._