Third Nephi. Chapter Nine. Verse 22.
A running child, I would delight
In all that’s good and true and bright.
Embracing warm and tender things,
My confidence would then grow wings.
How wonderful to see the truth
When in my pristine trusting youth!
And though I stumble as I dash,
I get up with a happy flash --
Make me a youngster in my hope,
So with adulthood I can cope!
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