Poems (Follen)/"Suffer little children to come unto me"

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

"SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME."

"Little children, come to me:"
 This is what the Saviour said:
Little children, come and see
 Where these gracious words are read.

Often on these pages look:
 Of the love of God they tell;
'T is indeed a holy book:
 Learn to read and love it well.

Thus you hear the Saviour speak,—
 "Come ye all, and learn of me:"
He was gentle, lowly, meek;
 So should all his followers be.

When our Saviour from above,
 From his Father did descend,
Folded in his arms of love,
 Children knew him for their friend.

Every little child he blessed;
 Blessed in innocence they are;
Little children he caressed:
 Praise him in your infant prayer!