Creeping Up the Stairs

In the softly fadlug twilight

Of a weary, weary day.

With a quiet step I entered

Where the children were at play ; I was brooding o'er some trouble

Which had met me unawares,

When a little voioe oame ringing

" tie is creeping up the stairs."

Ah, it touched the tenderest heart strings With a breath and force divine, And such melodies awakened

AB no wording can crétine.

And I turned to see our darling,

All forgetful of my oares.

When I saw the little creature

Slowly creeping up the stairs.

Step by step she.bravely clambered

On her little bands and knees.

/ Keeping up a constant ohattering

Like a magpie in the trees.

Till at last she reached the topmost When o'er all her world's affaire, She delighted stood a viotor

After creeping up the stairs.

Fainting heart, behold an image

. Of man's brief and struggling life, Whose best prizes must be captured With a noble, earnest Btrile ;

Onward, Upward reaching ever,

ending to the weight of cares, . Hoping, tearing, still expecting,

We go creeping up the stairs.

On their steps may be no carpet,

By their side may be no rail ;

Hands and knees may often pain us,

And the heart may almost tall ; Still above there is the glory,

Which no slnlnlness impairs, With its joy and rest forever.

After creeping up the stairs.


Published 1891...I just thought it fit the Picture! Random!