The babe upraised his wondering eyes,
    And timidly he said,
  “A trend towards experiment
    In modern minds is bred.

  “I feel the will to roam, to learn
    By test, experience, nous,
  That fire is hot and ocean deep,
    And wolves carnivorous.

  “My brain demands complexity.” 
    The lisping cherub cried. 
  I looked at him, and only said,
    “Go on.  The world is wide.”

  A tear rolled down his pinafore,
    “Yet from my life must pass
  The simple love of sun and moon,
    The old games in the grass;

  “Now that my back is to my home
    Could these again be found?”
  I looked on him, and only said,
    “Go on.  The world is round.”