Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

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?

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

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.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.