Everyone of us must be having one or more childhood memories of our own. The most carefree and enjoyable part of our lives, the games we use to play, the excitement to unfold all the mysteries of the nature, the mischief we used to do, the innocent discussions and much more.
Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.
And all must love the human form;
In heathen, turk or jew…
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell;
There God is dwelling too…