Any Wonder
by john clare
And is it any wonder
that only the smallest ones,
Can to the grand kingdom come?
Why the large in their own measure,
will not stoop so low to endure,
any diminishing of their height?
Tis but a pitiful sight,
to see the little ones joyfully scurry
through the eye of the needle gate,
while way above the giants berate
the little ones in such a frenzied flurry.
Childs play! they prudently say,
Hide and seek games not for us!
Men of renoun, we must rule the day!
Why all this foolish play?
And one by one the little ones enter low,
as outside the gate to beyond,
the grown-ups who refused to know,
As a child you must come.
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