They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight read more

They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes;
Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild;
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.

It is never too late to have a happy childhood

It is never too late to have a happy childhood

The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]

The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a read more

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away
childish things.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning read more

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.