I am a child.
All the world waits for my coming.
All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall become.
Civilization hangs in the balance.
For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be.
I am the child.
You hold in your hand my destiny.
You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail.
Give me, I pray you, these things that make for happiness.
Train me, I beg you, that I may be a blessing to the world.
- Mamie Gene Cole