Lyric Poem · Childhood
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then —
But, alas, we all are babes.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Tradition, thou art for suckling children” by Stephen Crane — quilloak.com/poems/tradition-thou-art-for-suckling-children
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