Anonymous

UNTITLED, ON CHILDHOOD

Author Unknown

Note: If any one can suggest the origin of this poem, I would be grateful. It was excerpted, without a reference, in a reprinted article from 1915: Vincent McNabb, OP, "Towards Childhood," reprinted in The Chesterton Review, 23(1997), 413-5, on p. 415.

Make me grow young again,
Grow young enough to die,
That in a joy unseared of pain
I may my Lover, loved, attain
With that fresh sign
Eternity
Gives to the young to breathe about the heart
Until their trust and youth-time shall depart.

Let me come to Thee young
When Thou dost challenge "Come!"
With all my marvelling dreams unsung;....
Let me rush to Thee when I pass
Keen as a child across the grass.

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