The path o' little children is the path I want to tread, <br />Where green is every valley and every rose is red, <br />Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real, <br />And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal. <br /> <br />The path o' little children, on the primrose edge o' life, <br />That leads away from jealousy and bitterness and strife; <br />The path that leads to gladness—that's the way I want to go, <br />Where no one speaks unkindly an' where no one keeps a foe. <br /> <br />The path o' little children that winds o'er hill and dale <br />An' leads us down to gentle seas where tiny vessels sail; <br />An' leads us through the barnyard an' through the pasture bars <br />An' brings us home at evening with hearts that know no scars. <br /> <br />The path o' little children, where peaceful dreams come true, <br />Where sunshine's always streaming, an' every sky is blue; <br />Where each one loves the other, an' every one is fair, <br />An' cheeks are pink with beauty, an' singing fills the air. <br /> <br />The path o' little children, it's there I want to tread, <br />Where innocence is dwelling with not a thing to dread; <br />Where care is not an ogre and sin is but a name, <br />An' no one thinks of money an' no one sighs for fame.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-path-o-little-children/
