Be Patient With the Children
They are such tiny feet!
They have gone such a little way to meet
The years which are required to break
Their steps to evenness, and make
Them go
More sure and slow. They are such little hands!
Be kind—things are so new, and life
but stands
A step beyond the doorway. All around
New day has found
Such tempting things to shine upon; and
so
The hands are tempted oft, you know. They are such fond, clear eyes,
That widen to surprise
At every turn! They are so often held
To sun or showers—showers soon dispelled
By looking in our face.
Love asks, for such, much grace. They are such fair, frail gifts!
Uncertain as the rifts
Of light that lie along the sky—
They may not be here by and by,
Give them, not love, but more, above
And harder—patience with the love.