Kisa Jennifer Brough

The Soul of a Child

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower

That grows in the garden of God.

Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,

To the sky from the clay to the clod.

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.

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