Candid and curious, how they seek
All truth to know and scan;
And ere the budding mind can speak,
Begin to study man.
Confiding sweetness colors all they say,
And angels listen when they try to pray.
More playful than the birds of spring,
Ingenuous, warm, sincere;
Like meadow-bees upon the wing,
They roam without a fear;
And breathe their thoughts on all who round them live,
As light sheds beams, or flowers their perfume give.
