THOU God of little children,
And Parent of us all,
Who knowest all our struggles,
And hearest every call,
Disclose to us the secret,
And tell us what to do
To keep our children little
And have them grow up, too.
We treasure the devotion,
The little velvet hands,
The tender little greetings
Love always understands;
And yet we want them coming
To strength and prospects new.
How can we keep them little
And have them grow up, too?
[Illustration of a young girl looking at a distant castle. She’s
standing next to a tree that frames the right and top. Her feet, in
heels, stand in the midst of scattered leaves. Her skirt and scarf wave
in the breeze coming from the castle’s direction. The middle ground is
rolling hills. The sky behind the castle has billowing clouds. Art
piece is signed “Harvey Fuller.”]