Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?

Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.