When one lifts our little body from the window we cannot tell what ails us.

We run away to play.
So looks the first year.
II.
Now the pictures become continuous and connected.

Material things still rule, but the spiritual and intellectual take their places.
In the dark night when we are afraid we pray and shut our eyes.

We press our fingers very hard upon the lids, and see dark spots moving round and round, and we know they are heads and wings of angels sent to take care of us, seen dimly in the dark as they move round our bed.

It is very consoling.
In the day we learn our letters, and are troubled because we cannot see why k-n-o-w should be know, and p-s-a-l-m psalm.