The child’s faith is new,
Whole—like his principle—
Wide—like the sunrise
On fresh eyes;
Never had a doubt,
Laughs at a scruple,
Believes all sham
But Paradise!
Audits the world—
Deems his dominion
Broadest of sovreignties,
And Caesar mean
By comparison,
Baseless emperor,
Ruler of naught,
Yet swaying all!
Grown by and by
To hold mistaken
His pretty estimate
Of prickly things,
He gains the skill
Sorrowful as certain,
Men to propitiate
Instead of kings.
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