H. Baptisme [II]
Since, Lord to thee
A narrow way and a little gate
Is all the passage, on my infancy
Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
My faith in me.
O let me still
With thee great God, and me a child:
Let me soft and supple to thy will,
Small to myself, to others mild,
Although by stealth
My flesh gets on, yet let her sister
My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth:
The growth of flesh is but a blister;
Childhood is health.