A Children’s Heaven
Heaven is greatly made up of little children—sweet buds that have never blown, or which death has plucked from a mother’s bosom to lay on his own cold breast, just when they were expanding flower-like from the sheath, and opening their engaging beauties in the budding time and spring of life.
“Of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Indeed it may be that God does with his heavenly garden as we do with our own gardens. He may chiefly stock it from nurseries, and select for transplanting what is yet in its young and tender age—flowers before they have bloomed, and trees ere they begin to bear.—GUTHRIE.