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Children

Poem By Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A word will fill the little heart
With pleasure and with pride;
It is a harsh, a cruel thing,
That such can be denied.

And yet how many weary hours
Those joyous creatures know;
How much of sorrow and restraint
They to their elders owe!

How much they suffer from our faults!
How much from our mistakes!
How often, too, mistaken zeal
An infant's misery makes!

We overrule and overteach,
We curb and we confine,
And put the heart to school too soon,
To learn our narrow line.

No: only taught by love to love,
Seems childhood's natural task;
Affection, gentleness, and hope,
Are all its brief years ask.

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How much they suffer from our faults! How much from our mistakes! How often, too, mistaken zeal An infant's misery makes! this is so true that it hurts//
Really we treat our children very unkindly. They need love and care when growing. A nice poem indeed about how we should teach the children about sharing love instead of being cruel with them. They deserve our love and kindness. Thanks for sharing.
only taught by love to love, Seems childhood's natural task; Affection, gentleness, and hope, Are all its brief years ask. so true dear poetess. tony
A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with prid It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied. Feel to be very true
" Only taught by love to love Seems childhood's natural task Affection, gentleness and hope are all its brief years task" A superb and profound children's poem. Great pleasure to read.


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