Know you what it is
to be a child?...
It is to believe in love,
to believe in loveliness,
to believe in belief;
it is to be so little that the elves can reach
to whisper in your ear;
it is to turn pumpkins into coaches,
and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness,
and nothing into everything,
for each child has its fairy godmother in its
own soul.
Francis Thompson
The heart
giveth grace unto every art.
Longfellow
