Poems (Jackson)/Lifted over
LIFTED OVER.
S tender mothers guiding baby steps,When places come at which the tiny feetWould trip, lift up the little ones in armsOf love, and set them down beyond the harm,So did Our Father watch the precious boy,Led o'er the stones by me, who stumbled ofMyself, but strove to help my darling on:He saw the sweet limbs faltering, and sawRough ways before us, where my arms would fail;So reached from heaven, and lifting the dear child,Who smiled in leaving me, He put him downBeyond all hurt, beyond my sight, and badeHim wait for me! Shall I not then be glad,And, thanking God, press on to overtake?