The Heart of a Child
Unknown Author

The heart of a child is a scroll,

A page that is lovely and white;

And to it as fleeting years roll,

Come hands with a story to write.

Be ever so careful, O hand,

Write thou with a sanctified pen;

Thy story shall live in the land

For years, in the doings of men.

It shall echo in circles of light,

Or lead to the death of a soul.

Give here but a message right,

For the heart of a child is a scroll.