Poem by Charles Lamb

Parental Recollections

A child's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space;
Then tire, and lay it by.


But I knew one that to itself
All seasons could control;
That would have mocked the sense of pain
Out of a grievëd soul.


Thou straggler into loving arms,
Young climber up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways,
Then life and all shall cease. 

1. As When a Child on Some Long Winter's Night
2. The Peach
3. Hester
4. Discontent and Quarrelling
5. Eyes

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