Letra   I love the things that children love Yet with a comprehension deep That lifts my pining soul above Those in which life as yet doth sleep. All things that simple are and bright, Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit, With a child's natural delight That makes me proudly weep at it. I love the heavens with a joy That makes me wonder at my soul, It is a pleasure nought can cloy, A thrilling I cannot control. So stretched out here let me lie Before the sun that soaks me up, And (...)