Since, Lord, to thee
A narrow way and little gate
Is all the passage, on my infancy
Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
My faith in me.

O let me still 
Write thee great God, and me a child: 
Let me be soft and supple to thy will, 
Small to my self, to others mild, 
Behither ill.

Although by stealth
My flesh get on, yet let her sister
My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth: 
The growth of flesh is but a blister; 
Childhood is health. 

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Poet: George Herbert
Poem: H. Baptism II

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