Poems (Curwen)/Little White Feet

by Annie Isabel Curwen

Little White Feet.

O, little white feet! little white feet;
 Lying upon my lap to-night,
You are so dainty, you are so sweet,
 I kiss you oft in my delight.
O, wee white feet! so pure, so fair,
In the future where will you wander—where?

O, little white feet! little white feet!
 'Tis only the mothers who understand
All that lies in a mother's heart
 As she holds the wee white feet in her hand,
And thinks of life and its many snares,
Where the tender feet trip unawares.

O, little white feet that long ago
 We laid to rest beneath the sod;
Little white feet beneath the snow,
 Little white soul with God.
There, safe in His city, undefiled
God keeps the feet of my little child.

Little white feet! oh, where are they,
 The feet you loved long years ago?
The years have come and passed away,
 And the little feet have gone also.
Some in the paths of duty tread,
And others were better with the dead.
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O Thou, great Father infinite!
 Hear a mother's cry to Thee,
Guide these little feet aright,
 Let nothing soil their purity.