God made the little boys for fun, for rough and tumble times of play; <br />He made their little legs to run and race and scamper through the day. <br />He made them strong for climbing trees, he suited them for horns and <br /> drums, <br />And filled them full of revelries so they could be their father's chums. <br />But then He saw that gentle ways must also travel from above. <br />And so, through all our troubled days He sent us little girls to love. <br /> <br />He knew that earth would never do, unless a bit of Heaven it had. <br />Men needed eyes divinely blue to toil by day and still be glad. <br />A world where only men and boys made merry would in time grow stale, <br />And so He shared His Heavenly joys that faith in Him should never fail. <br />He sent us down a thousand charms, He decked our ways with golden curls <br />And laughing eyes and dimpled arms. He let us have His little girls. <br /> <br />They are the tenderest of His flowers, the little angels of His flock, <br />And we may keep and call them ours, until God's messenger shall knock. <br />They bring to us the gentleness and beauty that we sorely need; <br />They soothe us with each fond caress and strengthen us for every deed. <br />And happy should that mortal be whom God has trusted, through the years, <br />To guard a little girl and see that she is kept from pain and tears.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-girls-10/
