Yot all your understanding of the saints
Has left you free of customary taints:
I sought in vain that intellectual glitter
I felt, instead, your features helped make clear
Why children might alone come heaven near;
As those were left by Matthew, Mark and John,
Those words by Robert Herrick have lived on:
"Here a little child I stand
Having up my little hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be
Here I lift them up to thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all."
The Little Child ;who mumbled out his grace
Must be suprised to see it in this place. . . .
But when in years to come he knows him well
Who soon will live where living spirits dwell,
He will, I'm sure, in this Men see a trace
Of his own youthfulness, and youthful grace. David Simboli '40