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CATECHISM
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain, That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain. |
Dim or unheard, the words may fall, And yet the heaven-taught mind May learn the sacred air, and all The harmony unwind. |
Was not our Lord a little child, Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild Instructed day by day? |
And lov’d He not of Heaven to talk With children in His sight, To meet them in His daily walk, And to His arms invite? |
What though around His throne of fire The everlasting chant Be wafted from the seraph choir In glory jubilant? |
Yet stoops He, ever pleas’d to mark Our rude essays of love, Faint as the pipe of wakening lark, Heard by some twilight grove: |
Yet is He near us, to survey These bright and order’d files, Like spring-flowers in their best array, All silence and all smiles. |
Save that each little voice in turn Some glorious truth proclaims, What sages would have died to learn, Now taught by cottage dames. |
And if some tones be false or low, What are all prayers beneath But cries of babes, that cannot know Half the deep thought they breathe? |
In His own words we Christ adore, But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar Than we o’er children weak: |
And yet His words mean more than they, And yet He owns their praise: Why should we think, He turns away From infants’ simple lays? |
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