“It was only the clinging touch
Of a child’s hand in the street,
But it made the whole day sweet;
Caught, as he ran full-speed,
In my own stretched out to his need,
Caught, and saved from the fall,
As I held, for the moment’s poise,
In my circling arms the whole boy’s
Delicate slightness, warm?d mould;
Mine, for an instant mine,
The sweetest thing the heart can divine,
More precious than fame or gold,
The crown of many joys,
Lay in my breast, all mine.
I was nothing to him;
He neither looked up nor spoke;
I never saw his eyes;
He was gone ere my mind awoke
From the action’s quick surprise
With vision blurred and dim.
You say I ask too much:
It was only the clinging touch
Of a child in a city street;
It hath made the whole day sweet.
(George Edward Woodberry)”
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