The young child, Christ, is straight and wise <br />And asks questions of the old men, questions <br />Found under running water for all children <br />And found under shadows thrown on still waters <br />By tall trees looking downward, old and gnarled. <br />Found to the eyes of children alone, untold, <br />Singing a low song in the loneliness. <br />And the young child, Christ, goes on asking <br />And the old men answer nothing and only know love <br />For the young child. Christ, straight and wise.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-2/
