FROM THE OLD GERMAN.
HOW should the heart of a little child be?
As pure as the lily that blooms on the lea,
As clear as the dews from the heavens that fall,
As true as the mirror that hangs on the wall,
As fresh as the fountain, as gay as the lark
That trills out its song 'twixt the day and the dark,
As glad as the angels when, soaring, they fly
On the bright wings of love to their home in the sky.