THE FEET OF THE CHILDREN.
(A. T. Williams.) When I am old, too old to run, And stand where vauutingly I trod; When children point at me in fun, Since to be old is to be odd; W'hen I no more can glory In The precious thrill and glow of life; When all her music seems mere din, And echoes of unworthy strife; When I am old, too old to live, Lord, who hast lightened all my load. One blessing more, I pray Thee, give— Oh, grant me as 1 tread Thy road. To smooth away some shard or stone, ThAt else might bruise these children’s feet; Lord, let me stumble on alore. So they, erect, may walk the street.
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White Ribbon, Volume 33, Issue 381, 18 April 1927, Page 15
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120THE FEET OF THE CHILDREN. White Ribbon, Volume 33, Issue 381, 18 April 1927, Page 15
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