A child's a plaything for an hour; <br />Its pretty tricks we try <br />For that or for a longer space; <br />Then tire, and lay it by. <br /> <br /> <br />But I knew one that to itself <br />All seasons could control; <br />That would have mocked the sense of pain <br />Out of a grievëd soul. <br /> <br /> <br />Thou straggler into loving arms, <br />Young climber up of knees, <br />When I forget thy thousand ways, <br />Then life and all shall cease.<br /><br />Charles Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parental-recollections/
