Thank God for Little Children

Thank God for Little Children

Thank God for little children!

Bright flowers by earth's wayside,

The dancing, joyous life-boats

Upon life's stormy tide!

Thank God for little children!

When our skies are cold and gray,

They steal as sunshine in our hearts,

And steal our cares away.

I almost think the angels

Who tend life's garden fair,

Drop down the sweet wild blossoms

That bloom around us here.

It seems a breath of heaven

Round many a cradle lies,

And every little baby

Brings a message from the skies.

The humblest home with children

Is rich in precious gems,

That shame the wealth of monarchs,

And pale their diadems.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels,

As sacred offerings meet,

A wealth of household treasures,

To lay at Jesus' feet

Frances Ellen Watkins (Harper)

1:28, p. 1

1.28.1860