| CHILDHOOD, sweet dawn of life!
So innocent, so free From spots and stains, which mar Heaven's best imagery. Childhood, most holy hour! They come but not again; Sacred to memory Their hallowed thoughts have been. Ah, could we live that dream Once more, in days of yore, With hearts we fondly loved Upon life's verdant shore! How dearly we should cling To loved ones past and gone; How changed our course should be To that already done. Childhood, sweet, innocent! We look upon thy plays, Charmed by the spell, and think Deeply of other days. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 29-30
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