My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began So is it now I am a man So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Some men a forward motion love But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return. But, ah! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way. O, how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain Where first I left my glorious train, From whence th’ enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. Happy those early days! when I Shined in my angel infancy. You’ll love these poems since they have been written by famous poets. In the first category, we are going to look at some of the most famous poems about growing up.
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