by Luella Sebo
Sweet face of youth I envy thee
Child who sits upon my knee
Untouched By pride or arrogance
No evils now can thee entrance.
Innocence of a child so fair
With radiant face and curly hair
That halos cheeks of rosy pink
Makes a sinner stop and think.
A child who once was pure and shy
And honest, such a child was I
Too rapidly sweet youth has fled
And brought about a change instead.
And when I gaze into clear eyes
Of youth as it should be
With sad regret I realize
That dear child once was me.
But youth I never can relive
What else can I do then
But pray to God He may forgive
And make me as a child again.