See him from the right,
In a moment of delight!
Is he sleeping?
Is he peeping?
Through a window of innocence,
Courage, a virtue of ignorance!
Has opened this window,
Of His personal meadow,
And the naughty child,
So soft and mild,
In his lovely dreams,
Had a shower in streams,
God ignored, was pleased!
The innocence increased,
And the naughty child,
Although baby of a wild,
Thought alone in the garden,
No guard no warden,
Plucked a flower of smile,
Made his lips fertile,
The clay He was tiling,
He was God smiling.