"God sent children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race--to enlarge our hears; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affections; to give our souls higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion; and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts."
-Mary Botham Howitt
BE LIKE THE WHITE CEDAR SON: Death of a Child
Somewhere by the Great Lakes of Canada,
I heard of a couple whose White Cedar* son
Stayed forever young;
Innocent and childish was he
That brought his parents all their joy–
His angelic laughter filled them till old age,
Into their happy graves.
Be like the White Cedar;
Do not grow too quickly.
Sing to me your playful cheers,
Crawl through the years with that adorable skip
Without following the world's
On the slippery road to a cruel maturity.
It is now –
I love you the most,
Young like the tender green sprout
From out of the moist ground with no blemish
Of the vicious world’s beetles.
They lay their suffering eggs
Where loads of burden hatch,
Weakening the blooming shooters.
I have attempted to hide you
From a world in ruins,
But you wish to run with the others.
In the dusk of life, the road is hard to see,
Wait till I am gone before you leave me–
So I can be sure to watch over you.
The slowest growing tree located in Canada; it grows less than four inches during its lifespan of 155 years.