Four years old

Give me no mansions ivory white,

Nor palaces of pearl and gold;

Give me a child for all delight

Just four years old.

Give me no wings of rosy shine,

Nor snowy raiment, fold on fold,

Give me a little boy all mine

Just four years old.

Give me no gold and starry crown,

Nor harps, nor palm-branches unrolled,

Give me a nestling head of brown

Just four years old.

Give me a cheek that's like the peach,

Two arms to clasp me from the cold;

And all my heaven's within my reach

Just four years old.

Dear God, You give me from Your skies

A little Paradise to hold,

As Mary once her Paradise,

Just four years old.