Since, Lord, to thee <br />A narrow way and little gate <br />Is all the passage, on my infancy <br />Thou didst lay hold, and antedate <br />My faith in me. <br /> <br />O let me still <br />Write thee great God, and me a child: <br />Let me be soft and supple to thy will, <br />Small to my self, to others mild, <br />Behither ill. <br /> <br />Although by stealth <br />My flesh get on, yet let her sister <br />My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth: <br />The growth of flesh is but a blister; <br />Childhood is health.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-baptism-ii/
