<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Children Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The holy boy<br>Went from his mother out in the cool of the day<br>Over the sun-parched fields<br>And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no sound,<br>No smallest voice of any shivering stream.<br>Poor sinless little boy,<br>He desired to play and to sing; he could only sigh and dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly came<br>Running along to him naked, with curly hair,<br>That rogue of the lovely world,<br>That other beautiful child whom the virgin Venus bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The holy boy<br>Gazed with those sad blue eyes that all men know.<br>Impudent Cupid stood<br>Panting, holding an arrow and pointing his bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Will you not play?<br>Jesus, run to him, run to him, swift for our joy.<br>Is he not holy, like you?<br>Are you afraid of his arrows, O beautiful dreaming boy?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now they stand<br>Watching one another with timid gaze;<br>Youth has met youth in the wood,<br>But holiness will not change its melancholy ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cupid at last<br>Draws his bow and softly lets fly a dart.<br>Smile for a moment, sad world! -<br>It has grazed the white skin and drawn blood from the sorrowful heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, for delight,<br>Cupid tosses his locks and goes wantonly near;<br>But the child that was born to the cross<br>Has let fall on his cheek, for the sadness of life, a compassionate tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marvellous dream!<br>Cupid has offered his arrows for Jesus to try<br>He as offered his bow for the game.<br>But Jesus went weeping away, and left him there wondering why.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Monro">Harold Monro</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=402941" data-title="Children Of Love de Harold Monro" data-description="The holy boy Went from his mother out in the cool of the day Over the sun-parched fields And in among the olives shining green and shining grey. There was no sound, No smallest voice of any shivering stream. Poor sinless little boy, He desired to..."></div> </div> </div>

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