Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?

He who likes cherries soon learns to climb

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.