George Herbert HOLY BAPTISME. (II)                     SINCE, Lord, to thee             A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancie             Thou didst lay hold, and antedate                     My faith in me.                     O let me still             Write thee great God, and me a childe : Let me be soft and supple to thy will,             Small to myself, to others milde,                     Behither ill.                     Although by stealth             My flesh get on ;  yet let her sister My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth :             The growth of flesh is but a blister ;                     Childhood is health. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 50-51. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on January 16, 1997. Last updated on July 2, 2001.