On the Gift of a Book to a Child

Child! do not throw this book about!   

   Refrain from the unholy pleasure   

Of cutting all the pictures out!

   Preserve it as your chiefest treasure.

Child, have you never heard it said   

   That you are heir to all the ages?

Why, then, your hands were never made

   To tear these beautiful thick pages!

Your little hands were made to take

   The better things and leave the worse ones:   

They also may be used to shake

   The Massive Paws of Elder Persons.

And when your prayers complete the day,   

   Darling, your little tiny hands

Were also made, I think, to pray   

   For men that lose their fairylands.