<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351418" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The child in our soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toward God in heaven spacious<br>With artless faith a boy looks free,<br>As toward his mother gracious,<br>And top of Christmas-tree.<br>But early in the storm of youth<br>There wounds him deep the serpent's tooth;<br>His childhood's faith is doubted<br>And flouted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon stands in radiant splendor<br>With bridal wreath his boyhood's dream;<br>Her loving eyes and tender<br>The light of heaven's faith stream.<br>As by his mother's knee of yore<br>God's name he stammers yet once more,<br>The rue of tears now paying<br>And praying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When now life's conflict stirring<br>Leads him along through doubtings wild,<br>Then upward points unerring<br>Close by his side his child.<br>With children he a child is still<br>And whatsoe'er his heart may chill,<br>Prayer for his son is warming,<br>Transforming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The greatest man in wonder<br>Must ward the child within his breast,<br>And list 'mid loudest thunder<br>Its whisperings unrepressed.<br>Where oft a hero fell with shame,<br>The child it was restored his name,<br>His better self revealing,<br>And healing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All great things thought created<br>In child-like joy sprang forth and grew;<br>All strength with goodness mated,<br>Obeyed the child's voice true.<br>When beauty in the soul held sway,<br>The child gave it in artless play;-<br>All wisdom worldly-minded<br>Is blinded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail him, who forward presses<br>So far that he a home is worth<br>For there alone possesses<br>The child-life peace on earth.<br>Though worn we grieve and hardened grow,<br>What solace 't is our home to know<br>With children's laughter ringing<br>And singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351418" data-title="The child in our soul de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Toward God in heaven spacious With artless faith a boy looks free, As toward his mother gracious, And top of Christmas-tree. But early in the storm of youth There wounds him deep the serpent's tooth; His childhood's faith is doubted And flouted. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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