We are but children, the things that we do Are as sports of a babe to the Infinite view, That sees all our weakness, and pities it too. And oh! when aweary, may we be so blest As to sink, like an innocent child, to our rest, And feel ourselves clasped to the Infinite breast
— F. Burge Smith
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