What are you thinking, oh child so pure?
So fresh from the glory you had before birth.
Do you know things that men would die to know?
Do you know the secrets of life than men seek?
Will you teach me, oh child, to live, as you live,
In innocent beauty?
How un-touched, un-tainted, are you?
What can you teach me, oh glorious child?
The ways of the meek, the pure, and the true?
I would trade all the wisdom in this life I have gained
To know what you know. Child and angel are you?