THE SACRED CHILDREN by H. R. HAYS:

Children believe in clover, magic numbers,
And wish on falling stars.
They are afraid of cracks in sidewalks,
Dangerous Fridays, they worship
Luck in mirrors, months
And the coming of white horses.

Shadows are large in the minds of children,
Moving in mystic and primal algebras
That shall solve sunrise. Signs make a music
Of warning and praise.

Oh there are marvels in the minds of children
Prophetic insects, stones that grow. They see
Life in a drowned hair
And know that death flies into rooms
On a bird's wings.
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