A Poem for Little Ones by George Townshend

While they are at your side, love these little ones to the utmost.
Forget yourself: serve them; care of them; lavish all your tenderness upon them.
Value your good fortune while it is with you and let nothing of their babyhood go unprized.
Not for long will you keep the happiness that now lies in your reach.
You will not always walk in the sunshine with a little soft hand nestling in each of yours, nor hear little feet pattering beside you and eager baby voice questioning and prattling of a thousand things with ceaseless excitement.
Not always will you see that trusting face upturned to yours, feel those little arms about your neck and those tender lips pressed upon your cheek, nor will you have that tiny form to kneel beside you, and murmur baby prayers into your ear.
Love them and win their love and shower on them all the treasures of your heart.
Fill up their days with happiness and share with them their mirth and innocent delights.
Ere you are aware, it will be gone with all its gifts for ever.

George Townshend, Hands of the Cause of God.
From the book "Mission of Bahá'u'lláh



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