Wednesday, January 16, 2008

For Daddy











Little People

A dreary place would be this earth
Were there no little people in it;
The Song of life would lose its mirth
Were there no little children to begin it.

No little forms, like buds to grow,
And make the admiring heart surrender,
No little hands on breast and brow
To keep the thrilling love-chords tender.

The sterner souls would grow more stern,
Unfeeling nature more inhuman
And man to stoic coldness turn,
And woman would be less than woman.

Life's song, indeed, would lose its charm
Were there no babies to begin it;
A doleful place this world would be
We
re there no little people in it.

John Greenleaf Whittier

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