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The energy that went to the making of those 'notes' would have run down different channels a few years ago. It would have gone into some ingenious patent. The patent, however, might equally have gone into the dustbin. There is an enormous quantity of misdirected energy pouring loose about the world!

The notes had run something like this—

O children, open your arms to me,

Let your hair fall over my eyes;

Let me sleep a moment—and then awake

In your Gardens of sweet Surprise!

For the grown-up folk

Are a wearisome folk,

And they laugh my fancies to scorn,

My fun and my fancies to scorn.

O children, open your hearts to me,

And tell me your wonder-thoughts;

Who lives in the palace inside your brain?

Who plays in its outer courts?

Who hides in the hours To-morrow holds?

Who sleeps in your yesterdays?

Who tiptoes along past the curtained folds

Of the shadow that twilight lays?

O children, open your eyes to me,

And tell me your visions too;

Who squeezes the sponge when the salt tears flow