Child Ballad

Jesus, He loves one and all,
Jesus, He loves children small,
Their souls are waiting round His feet
On high, before His mercy-seat.

While He wandered here below
Children small to Him did go,
At His feet they knelt and prayed,
On their heads His hands He laid.

Came a Spirit on them then,
Better than of mighty men,
A Spirit faithful, pure and mild,
A Spirit fit for king and child.

Oh! that Spirit give to me,
Jesu Lord, where'er I be!


1847.

by Charles Kingsley

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Comments (5)

Now I understand it is not the done thing to find fault with famous names, however, i find this poem below average for a number of reasons. The use of archaic sentence constructions at odd intervals when the remainder of the poem is contemporaneous smacks of pretentiousness at worst and laziness at best. I really didn't like this one. Sorry Walt.
Walt Whitman wrote this poem during the Civil War. Initially he was a huge supporter of the war but as it continued, he realized that it was doing harm to all involved. As a Transcendentalist he believed all were one and no one was better than any other. In this poem people are dying: the young, the old...and YOU. The third figure is everyone reading the poem because nobody thinks of themselves as a child or as 'old.' Whitman has seen it all during the war - he has watched all these people die, all having divine souls. He is finally seeing the reality behind his rhetoric and displays it vividly in this poem. There is a sadness because innocence has died. The grey is death, the brown blanket represents the earth and its acceptance of bodies of the deceased. Christ is dead before his is divine which is an important thing because although he is known for his God complex his true message is that we are all the same, everything is wonderful and we should strive to be Christ-like. Regardless of race, religion, creed or sex we all are equal, we feel the same things because we are all the same. Wherever you are right now, you are perect. It is why we all feel the sadness. :)
So sad and so beautiful a poem! I still wonder how the poet was involved? Was it during the Civil War? I guess so. This poem is telling us much about war is really: ugly even for the noblest cause!
I thought the poem had a lot of meaning to it because he talks about how there were all kinds of men fighting, young and old, and it talks about his experiences during the war.
I like this poem because it is very sentimental. I read about Whitman's life and how he helped the wounded soldiers, but never have read anything he had written about his experiences. It is neat to read his feelings for the soldiers.