We will run after you. Make us fleet of foot, Thee, easy to be found. Borders of your garden make hide and seek fun. Gold in sight, With mother-of-pearl in-lays, Studs of silver, piercing willing ears.
If the little one could speak he would encourage us to be like the ant who prepares her meat in the summer time. He would exhort us not to be a sluggard in spiritual things. He would remind us that Christ comes at an unknown hour.