"CAN'T the child yet walk alone?" I hear where people gather, "Is it always falling prone, Can't it say 'Dear father'?" See the happy mother smile, In her child's eyes reading That within but a brief while Its steps will need no leading. Thus have I questioned my heart: "Canst thou not yet gather Strength to bear thy sorrow's smart? Canst thou not say, 'Father'? Upward gaze with look elate Where the stars are shining, And thou 'lt bear thy bitter fate Smiling, not repining!" |