Poems (Coolidge)/Golden Stairs

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

"GOLDEN STAIRS"

One by one I mount them,
 Jesus went before;
At the top His "mansions,"
 Rest forevermore.

One by one, though footsore,
 Golden 'neath my feet
Is the way that shows me
 Bitter can be sweet.

One by one, not halting,
 Pressing upward still,
Of pure gold I find them,
 When my own, His will.

One by one, each morrow,
 Some are left below;
One by one I mount them,
 Upward, upward go.

For, by faith, I follow
 Up the golden stair
One who every trial
 Does, by loving, share.