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Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon


Children


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. 



Letitia Elizabeth Landon


Letitia Elizabeth Landon's other poems:
  1. Linmouth, or, The Country Retreat
  2. The Rush-Bearing at Ambleside
  3. Dartmouth Castle, or, The Sea-Shore
  4. Cafes in Damascus
  5. The Evening Prayer, or The Orphan


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