Seek the children, little book : 
Bid them love the bird’s retreat, 
By the brook and woodland nook, 
In the garden, in the street, 
In the tree above the shed, 
Underneath the old barn eaves, 
In their bed high overhead, 
Where their crazy-quilts are leaves. 
Bid them find their secrets out, 
How to understand their words, 
Play the scout in woods about, 
Listen slyly for the birds. 
Hark! I hear a child-bird say, 
Piping softly in the dell, 
“You may stay and see us play, 
If you only love us well.” 
Pasadena, Cal. 
