Mother, Watch the Little Feet

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 20, 1914

Mother, Watch the Little Feet

Mother, watch the little feet Climbing o’er the garden wall, Bounding through the busy street, Ranging cellar, shed, and hall. Never count the moments lost, Never mind the time it costs; Little feet will go astray: Guide them, mother, while you may.

Mother, watch the little hand Picking berries by the way, Making houses in the sand, Tossing up the fragrant hay. Never dare the question ask, “Why to me this weary task?” These same little hands may prove Messengers of light and love.

Mother, watch the little heart Beating soft and warm for you; Wholesome lessons now impart; Keep, O keep that young heart true, Extricating every weed, Sowing good and precious seed! Harvest rich you then may see, Ripening for eternity.

— Selected.