" Know you what it is to be a child? 

It is to be something very different from the man of today

It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism,

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 his fairy godmother in his own soul.

It is to live in a nutshell and count yourself the king of the infinite space;

It is to see a world in a grain of sand,

and heaven in a wildflower, 

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

and eternity in an hour."

Francis Thompson (1859-1907)