The prediction that “a little child shall lead them” applies in this
poem to a skeptic rather than to ravenous beasts.
A little child walked by my side,
I had lost faith in God and man,
He prattled of his joys and hopes
As only little children can.
I did not try to blast his hopes,
I did not tell him of my pain,
And, somehow, when our walk was done,
My shattered faith was whole again.
--RENA HURD INGHAM, _Congregationalist_.
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=Child, Influence of a=--See PARDON FOR A CHILD’S SAKE.