Fugitive Verses

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ST. LUKE XVIII. 16.

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	"LET little children come to me,"
	Our Lord and Saviour said,
	As on a humble, harmless head
	His gentle hand was laid.

	The teachable and simple heart,
	Fears not to be beguiled;
	Who enters Heaven must love and trust,
	Even as a little child.

	The mightiest king, the wisest sage,
	Who knows his God aright,
	Himself a helpless Infant feels
	In the Almighty's sight.

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	A nursling at his lesson set,
	Who hopes at last to know,
	Is the most learned of Adam's race,
	In this our home below.

	An urchin with his borrowed rod,
	Who smites with guided hand,
	Earth's greatest conquerors have been—
	Her lords of many a land.

	"Let little children come to me!"
	A cheering welcome given
	To all with guileless, humble hearts,
	Who seek the way to Heaven.

About this text
Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
http://content.cdlib.org/view?docId=kt567nb8xt&brand=oac4
Title: Fugitive Verses
By:  Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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