The Credulous Child

By Anonymous

The older ones that know me best,
And hear and weigh and see,
Finding I somewhat bear the test,
Somewhat believe in me.

But oh, dear loyal little heart
Though others hold aloof
How sure of me thou always art
Without a single proof!

And now no reason’s cool control
So wins me to be true
As this unthinking little soul
That trusts me through and through.

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