Classic Poem

A gentle and a holy child,
Was sure that little one of old,
Whom Jesus took into His arms,
And to His own Apostles told:

Ye cannot enter into heaven,
If still your hearts are proud and wild,
Except your hearts converted be,
Like little children pure and mild.

Had we been waiting at His side,
When Jesus taught His people thus,
Uplooking in His holy face,
Could He have chosen one of us?

O! not unless our childish hearts,
In simple truthfulness obey;
Unless our souls be guileless found,
And meek and gentle, day by day.

O Saviour, make us good and mild,
And fill our hearts with simple joy,
And bless us with Thy gentle hand,
As Thou didst bless that Jewish boy.