  (For Grown-up Children.) Children know the things I know not, Though they know not that they know; I should know not, should love grow not, That I know not it is so. Flowers feebly rooted blow not, Shallow waters overflow not, Love is doomed unless it grow. Growing love will overthrow; Churls who say 'We go' and go not Love's rebuke must undergo; All who love's insignia show not, Who on love themselves bestow not, Love, full grown, shall lay them low. |
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