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- The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
- That's grown in the Garden of God.
- Its limb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
- To the sky from the clay to the cloud.
- To beauty and sweetness it grows under care,
- Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
- 'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
- The sweet wistful soul of a child.
- Be tender, O Gardener, and give it its share
- Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
- And let it not lack for the painstaking care
- To protect it from frost and from blight.
- A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold,
- It will seem that an Angel has smiled,
- Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
- In the sensitive soul of a child.
- ~ Author unknown
